Where does the moon go at the end of the night? As a child I dreamed of a place beyond the mountains. A sort of cradle or nest where the night gently settles down and is slowly overcome by sleep and sleeps. It’s just one of the images that I linked to the moon as a child, also imagining climbing over the mountains and arriving there when the moon landed. And caress her slowly, without waking her. Today I no longer think about a moon beyond the night, I think it’s bad, sometimes, to stop being a child.
Original Abstract Oil on Canvas 320 g /m2, fine grain, 100% cotton.
Format 70×100 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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