robert doisneau
ariadne was a bitch
...the plumps
Greed which was once concidered us a sin has now become a virtue...
sketchbooks have frequently been the fruit of my works...
Drawings mixed with autobiographic notes "brewing" in my sketchbooks, giving me storybord like units
portraits...the dark soul holes
my inner colours
that, sea inside me...
pairs
How is it possible through a merging like the one of human relations , "parts" to remain unfading? What is the destiny of deference and contrasts? My "pairs" are made with the colours of coppers rusting in the centre of a runny stain. they struggle to become one, they struggle to remain in one piece...Limits are refined. nothing remains steady or motionless...nothing remains the same, this fight never ends...
