On the hill a town. The memories, pains and joys, almost engraved in a green sky, green like the age to which they date back. I come back every now and then. The new buildings, one on top of the other, take my breath away. I’m looking for a house that had a terraced garden behind it. A short sidewalk and gravel. We sat on a long granite stone waiting for a snack for the children. A large well from which they had the obligation to stay away. I go back to that country every now and then. There was my mother’s house.
Original Abstract Oil on Canvas 320 g /m2, fine grain, 100% cotton.
Format 100×100 cm.
Extrafine fine pigmented colors Mussini, M. Harding, Blockx.
Signed on the front and on the back by the author with certificate of authenticity and personal identification hologram of the artwork.
Private Collection
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