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.
memories and peony flowers at Argillà 2180
Memories and Peony flowers at Argillà 2180
with the MilanoMakers in Faenza
Aug 31 - Sep 2
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