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Priscila Monsalve Verdugo
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Visionary artist exploring the invisible geometry of existence.
Where matter, spirit, and imagination converge into new realities.
Priscila Monsalve is a visionary artist who has devoted her life to exploring the infinite dimensions of the circle.
Inside these circular universes, matter and energy collide, creating portals that question the limits of human perception.
Her paintings evoke a dialogue between chaos and precision, mathematics and emotion, a futuristic language that mirrors the transition into a new era of consciousness.
Through her work, Monsalve investigates the relationship between humanity and technology, between the organic and the artificial, between the visible and the invisible.
Her circular compositions behave like windows to parallel realities, where extraterrestrial aesthetics, illusion, and movement coexist in constant transformation.
From Berlin, she paints as if decoding signals from another dimension, translating the unknown into form, color, and rhythm.
Priorities of Circles · Chaos in Expansion
I wasn’t born in the country where I live.
I didn’t grow up in the place where I paint.
I had to learn how to exist far away, rebuild myself far away, and survive far away.
And like the Universe, I expanded because I had no other choice.
Life hit me, fractured me, tore pieces out of me, and I kept creating anyway.
Life handed me chaos, and I made geometry out of it.
Life gave me lemons, and I made lemonade, but I also made circles, a theory, and a world of my own where no one can tell me who I am.
The Universe is expanding, and so am I.
Nothing in it stands still, and I don’t either.
To evolve is the only law I recognize.
If time bends, I bend with it.
If energy changes, I change with it.
We are living inside a society that is going numb.
Eyes are tired of seeing.
Bodies are tired of feeling.
Dopamine is collapsing under the weight of endless stimulation, endless meaningless scrolling, endless three-second videos that leave no trace, no memory, no soul.
Sensitivity is dying.
Contemplation is becoming extinct.
Art is slipping out of our hands because the human mind shrinks every time it surrenders to permanent distraction.
But I didn’t come here to follow that path.
I didn’t come here to obey speed.
I came here to break it.
To recover deep vision, silence, the vibrating instant, the space that transforms.
I paint circles because inside them chaos finds form and I find meaning.
I paint circles because inside them nothing gets lost, nothing escapes, everything reorganizes.
My theory was not born to please.
It was born to wake us up.
To provoke.
To remind us that the human mind survives only when it dares to mutate.
The future will be brutal for the rigid.
Those who refuse to change will shatter.
Those who refuse to evolve will fall behind.
And those who are not creative will simply have no place.
Mental flexibility is no longer a virtue, it is survival.
Creativity is no longer a talent, it is structure.
Sensitivity is no longer a luxury, it is resistance.
I am not the perfect artist.
I am the one who persists.
The one who breaks and returns.
The one who adapts, grows, and expands.
The one who turns pain into geometry and chaos into a new way of living.
This is my manifesto.
This is who I am.
If the Universe does not stop, neither do I.
My art does not stop.
My theory does not stop.
The future belongs to those who dare to transform.
And I already began.