In True Home light is always full. Colors are soft, pasty, never violent. There is a teenager with his headsoak in the tub and women hidden by masks of lace. Sensuality is performed but it is disharmonious, very far from the modern stereotypes. Subjects are ambiguous, always vaguely disquieting, accomplices and victims at the same time. They embody identities that are not defined, who find themselves in moments of great intimacy.