I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency. It often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.
sono arrivati i primi colori della primavera nell' giardino, il narcisso, la bucaneve, il crocus, la scilla e spuntano fiori di porcellana e uccellini colorati dall' ramo di una rosa