Karthago

Karthago

Drawing lines that later will reveal
The bounds that merge us down
In a mass of pressured thoughts
It is true I cannot remember
When I first saw your hesitating walk
Your eyes moving as if your doubt was mine
Time is a verb and I should have known
How to spell your name without this beauty
That in the end is an empty enchantment
To summon winds from inexistent coordinates



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My mind fights on many fronts.

Spatial Mind Frame

Spatial Mind Frame

Winds. Invisible. Ground sleeping. Shades and rivers arms.
Grayscale dreams in white days. Counting suns. Returning.
Return.

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Another of my "not so new" visual trips, now reassembled in a new set of layers. I added some effects in order to obtain a more expressive texture. A short text again. Just a few words I thought were needed to paint a more interesting scenario. This image is also smaller than usual.