Textures of the city drawn on handmade paper pulp moon.
"My feet type as I walk.
Daydreaming in motion.
I walk on a gray, familiar corridor. My gaze wanders on paving slabs, marbles, chewing gums, motor oils. Silver flashes of the moon pierce my bent skull and meet sparks from the squeaks of the violin that pass through the headphones. I almost synchronized Paganini's crescendo with the sharp peak of my fantasy.
I look up to the moon.
For a while."
foil, acrylic paint, watercolor, marker, pencil, charcoal, glitter, glue, glass paint, stucco
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Textures of the city drawn on handmade paper pulp moon.
"My feet type as I walk.
Daydreaming in motion.
I walk on a gray, familiar corridor. My gaze wanders on paving slabs, marbles, chewing gums, motor oils. Silver flashes of the moon pierce my bent skull and meet sparks from the squeaks of the violin that pass through the headphones. I almost synchronized Paganini's crescendo with the sharp peak of my fantasy.
I look up to the moon.
For a while."
foil, acrylic paint, watercolor, marker, pencil, charcoal, glitter, glue, glass paint, stucco
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