The birds on their way to the indefinable new, not always to be interpreted in words. But still the desire speaks, the proximity that seems far away again somewhere. In short, like all my works, this one bears witness to the paradox that characterizes my life.
It was the time when the melting water of black snow gradually took on colour. The house overlooking a new horizon stands again on indestructible foundations. The question is what I want on the wall. The images I see pass by like a slide show against and in the.. Read more…