Sometimes, a sunrise and two days of long walks and a plate of pasta and mugs of coffee and the sun warming your bones can turn into the softest birthday gift.
A tiny memo saying that it’s okay if stumble, that it’s fine to not be too hard on yourself.
But for some reason, I hold tight to all trivial excuses and lighthearted talks, stupid water wings I insist to wear not to go deep.
Everywhere you lay your eyes on seems to be at the right place.
It was a nice Saturday.
Pitti Immagine Uomo 93
Fire in your eyes, in your chest, in your veins
Bets with luck and reading horoscopes.
At a corner cafe in a town I couldn’t paint by heart, faces I wouldn’t imagine any different, the salty air blown by the ocean
It is the daring of colours and tastes, something that only painters and the mads would think together.