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.
22.4.09
at work
this picture was made with a phone camera by someone in the garden at night..... :-) I like especially working late in my atelier, at those hours when everything seems quiet...
