Original artwork description:

I love old houses by the sea. Eroded by salt, white, once; the clothes hanging, the windows closed as if seeking shade. Sometimes I think I look like them, when the sky becomes dark and only a patch of pink remains; it's as if there were no more time, as if sunrise and sunset became indistinguishable and you cling to the earth tighter. You could listen to the tales of those walls that feel like family, friends, home. And instead the silence and a little further away, at times, the sound of the sea.

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Oil

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