Original artwork description:

I have fond memories of the myrtle tree. I was presenting my book, GRANI, then, and I happened to meet very different but equally kind people. Years have passed since that time, the features of people's faces have now faded, I would no longer recognize them. But I remember the streets and the houses and the glasses of myrtle that I was offered. A thick, dark, homemade liqueur, a purple as black. To these people of Sardinia, those of kind gestures, I want to dedicate this painting. To the myrtle trees that ran towards us along the way, to a glass of liqueur that is made in one's own crucibles, to the beautiful memories that are slow and do not leave the memory.

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Oil

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