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Art, the poetry of oneself
An exchange between oneself and creation.
Long hidden in the shadows, I wish to blossom in the light. I am only a mirage, my reflection, the echo of myself carried by the wind of truth, which I only distinguish by the consequence of my actions. Finally, in the shadow of my person, can I see myself as I am. As I feel.
1. If I were a tree, my life path would always be uncertain, I would only grow where in my sense I am passionate.
2. I may only be a young sprout, but I am a human being.
3. If happiness came by itself, I would only be born once.
4. I remain suspicious that my heart always dictates my path.
5. What if life was just me.
Walnut shell technique on paper | Various brushes, one per work | Shadows and lights
From February 19, 2024
Online exhibition
Commentaires (2)
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Super taff !
Me gusta mucho su trabajo muy artistico y elegante .