And it was at that age...
Art arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire and I paint the first canvas, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open, planets, palpitating planations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesmal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke free on the open sky...
|"Minimo 15" - Mix Media on ARCHES paper - 18" x 24" [46 cm x 61 cm]|
|"Minimo 33" - Mix Media on ARCHES paper 18" x 24" [46 cm x 61 cm]|
|Figure and Lines - Mix Media on Wood Panel - 37 1/2" x 15" [95 cmx 38 cm]|