Without Title and Time

( 2010 / 2016 )

The past is a cosmic star of memories, they live in sounds, perfumes, and images.

Crossroads of life between the sun and the clouds.

The painter, new to the earth, paints the first color combinations, the first traces of black lines, the first “architectural visions”, the first hesitations of joys and uncertainties; aware of the perpetual motion generated.

Graphite, pigments, fabrics, humid environments, swallows, courtyards, sharing everything.

To share the need to fix one’s own story, stop the moment, using the time to your liking, a flash of the future is imprinted in an instant.

Like the light following an infinite walk, the new man imitates his steps, an infinite search for himself that only in the impalpable he can find.

A constant harmony of life.

Without Title and Time

( 2010 / 2016 )

The past is a cosmic star of memories, they live in sounds, perfumes, and images.

Crossroads of life between the sun and the clouds.

The painter, new to the earth, paints the first color combinations, the first traces of black lines, the first “architectural visions”, the first hesitations of joys and uncertainties; aware of the perpetual motion generated.

Graphite, pigments, fabrics, humid environments, swallows, courtyards, sharing everything.

To share the need to fix one’s own story, stop the moment, using the time to your liking, a flash of the future is imprinted in an instant.

Like the light following an infinite walk, the new man imitates his steps, an infinite search for himself that only in the impalpable he can find.

A constant harmony of life.