30/40 cm, oil on MDF
When I turned the last page of my little square book, I needed to go see the sky and take a breath of fresh air. I unlocked the back door, stepped in the garden and –without anything miraculously to be happening, the clouds were gone, sky was clear, a soft wind moved the nectar of all flowers , like a unique delicate perfume, pampering my senses, and the light.. a strange copper light appeared suddenly and sat , like a beautiful , golden liquefied fairy bee, on everything – on the walls bricks, on my skin, on the trees and even the birds flying.
Cice, Memories of earth, 2015
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