wash spike e sally

Waiting for New Year

Spike e Sally

color music

sketches

Booh Booh Beeh Dooh

sketchbook

not stop the music

Gulliver's Travels

Foggy

toward the horizon and beyond

The Sea

"Il mare e la vita hanno molto in comune. Rilassati. Lasciati andare. Abbi fiducia nel fatto che resterai a galla, e ci starai. Se invece opponi resistenza, pensando che finirai sul fondo , ci andrai davvero. La scelta spetta solo a te."

Marcia Grad, La principessa che credeva nelle favole

day of rain

sunrise

A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciousness varying with readers.
Ernest Dimnet

"

As I was absent for so long [to places], | these beautiful forms I have | the sameeffect of a landscape to a blind person: | but in the solitude of my room, and between the noise | Cities I due to them | in times when I was exhausted, intensefeelings | I entered the blood touched my heart.
"
  William Wordsworth

work in progress

All you see is built from a mass of colors become flat and volume, and each machine, thing, person, table is a pictorial volumes prepared for specific purposes.

(K. Malevich)

Reflection

Color

The color is a means to exert a direct influence on the soul. The color is a key, thehammer that strikes the eye, the soul will be full of strings.

Wind

Green eyes

All interest is in the beginning of art. After the principle, it is already the end.
(Picasso)

Autumn

"Every color that we see comes from the influence of its neighbor"
                                                                                               Monet

Shout

Layer upon layer.

When you say "I'm not a painter," then I must paint.
Vincent Van Gogh

Stanlio e Ollio

"How do I look? Oh, you have not changed at all. You also are the same: if I had notseen, I would not have recognized."

Every teardrop is like a waterfall

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♪On the road again♪

Funeral Blues

...The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.            W.H.Auden

Dealing with brushes