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Oil painting - 40x80 cm - 2025
The wait is an illusion
(I thought that in the wait time stopped, what a stupid. And instead life continues to flow, and we with it, even when we do not realize it we are living. Even if in a different way. We are elaborating, learning and growing every moment every second.)
My eyes stopped looking at the void and placed themselves on a dark feather that protruded from the bird's plumage. It was not a feather like the others, but a single, perfect brushstroke of a blue so deep that they seem the darkness of the sea. In that little detail I saw everything.
Each feather was an engraved memory. The blue feathers spoke of past skies, the darker ones of dark nights, and that intense blue feather .... a secret.
I was not stopped out of fear. I was not waiting for the future, but I was understanding the past. My red hair was not impatience, but my lighthouse.
The wait is an illusion
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The wait is an illusion
(I thought that in the wait time stopped, what a stupid. And instead life continues to flow, and we with it, even when we do not realize it we are living. Even if in a different way. We are elaborating, learning and growing every moment every second.)
My eyes stopped looking at the void and placed themselves on a dark feather that protruded from the bird's plumage. It was not a feather like the others, but a single, perfect brushstroke of a blue so deep that they seem the darkness of the sea. In that little detail I saw everything.
Each feather was an engraved memory. The blue feathers spoke of past skies, the darker ones of dark nights, and that intense blue feather .... a secret.
I was not stopped out of fear. I was not waiting for the future, but I was understanding the past. My red hair was not impatience, but my lighthouse.
