... And the rain wets my thoughts, and the drops crowd into the labyrinth of the head and drain into the heart, creating swamps.... Swamps that vanish only with the warmth of a hug.
... And the rain wets my thoughts, and the drops crowd into the labyrinth of the head and drain into the heart, creating swamps.... Swamps that vanish only with the warmth of a hug.
About my art has as the main theme the woman rappresented in all her moods often surrounded by materials such as sand and resin that take on meanings that are sometimes... Read more