Rippling waters. Dappled shadows. Sound waves. Pomegranate seeds. Wilting flowers. Luz Carabaño's abstract paintings have echoes of things that we can name, shapes we can touch or tease with our fingertips. They speak in hushed tones of physical forms once sensed. Of nature. Of fragments. Yet the contours that the artist traces with oil paint remain enigmatic, shadows of observations that she once held — related, but flattened, distilled, shifting into colours anew amid changing light.