Striped flowers, deciduous under the breath of the wind. Yet still rich in color. The dying swan comes to mind. Many flowers will die from the gusts of wind, but nevertheless they still show their most beautiful, most vivid colors, as if to make the field a single blanket that bends to the “caress” of the wind. I stand helplessly watching and that dance of death takes over me.
Original Abstract Oil on Canvas 320 g /m2, fine grain, 100% cotton.
Format 120×80 cm.
Extrafine fine pigmented colors Mussini, M. Harding, Blockx. Cold Wax Jacquard Dorland’s
Signed on the front and on the back by the author with certificate of authenticity and personal identification hologram of the artwork.
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