A real is its own offshore storm. Imagine a tired navigator who lulls himself from the waves of a stormy sea. In the sound dynamics of the waving of the waves, he rediscovers all the notes of a musical scale. It is a blues of sensations that converge violently on the white surfaces of a piece of paper, with the bullying of a soft pastel pencil and the glow of a sailor who wants to get to the shore of the first beach on the horizon. It is a journey between unknown islands accompanied by the soundtrack of the sea, as if it were a fair-haired flight of water.
china, oil pastels, colored pencils, handmade graphite on Amalfi paper.