Original artwork description:

The memory runs in the wind,
in a timeless game
the gored goats graze,
yes, but intermittently, as if you teach…
as if they were attentive
to something that does not leave you indifferent
My horned deer hat!
Yes, that's why, I've always known
Not far away a white hut,
discolored for my memory that now trudges
He trudges but melancholy holds fast
Of a time now lived, flown away
It won't come back anymore it's true
But in my mind the images all have colors, except black
Black that erases does not exist
The flame of memory never leaves, but persists!

The memory… yes, but enriched with desires and visions born on the spot, the memory that transforms, which does not remain exactly faithful to what happened, but which is relived and savored with those new elements that have followed one another in life, in that span of that past time and the present in which it is remembered.

Materials used:

Oil on Canvas

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