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SELECTED WORK
Landscape
Swiss ALPS
NEW WORK
The brush serves as a shield in my weakness now exposed.Trying to travel on a light raft to the life not lived yet and as Proust would say “ experiencing a strange drunkenness by stripping my innermost soul of all the aids of reasoning”. And the truth is, Nothing assures me that this is the right journey.
figure
drawing on canvas
drawing on paper
The distance far from your home allows you to play a new role. You just have to define with fine lines a unique delicate being that we are uncovered from all falsehood, all foreing clothing that does not identify us. The canvas will show me what I am missing. A retreat inside the colours
Picking me up like the snail would do in its own labyrinth. Smiling and pretending from there is heartbreaking. And yet, keep traveling, discovering.
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