The wind shakes the branches of a tree. The branches bend, return, bend again. I imagine tracing their movement in the sky, never the same, broken down, yielding to the breath. And everything inevitably becomes a metaphor for life, us like the branches while invisible events shake us like gusts of wind. And we remain alive in the incessant blowing of the wind.
Original Abstract Oil on Canvas 320 g /m2, fine grain, 100% cotton.
Format 40×80 cm.
Extrafine fine pigmented colors Mussini, M. Harding, Blockx, Old Holland. 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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