In this work, the city emerges as a labyrinth of signs, an endless web of clashing voices and noises. Buildings rise like red, vulnerable bodies amid a turbulent landscape, while cars glide between lines that look more like scars than roads. A burning sun, trapped in the tangle of lines, illuminates the scene with an unsettling glow, as if silently questioning the presence of the divine amid human chaos. The painting is a visual cry, a palimpsest of gestures that reveals the tension between order and disorder, between the human and the transcendent. Each stroke becomes a trace, each line an echo, until the question breaks through: Where is God?