Is our fate of artists, when the cheers fade in the public’s clamoring that goes away, the lights go out and the darkness comes along dragging silence.
As compass we have the thread of Ariadne, the journey is our goal, our hope to meet someone who resembles us, like a modern Sisyphus, pushing his virtual boulder, invisible to most people.
So, every day, we force ourselves to rise to new artwork, in a roundtrip, a warp and a weft, weaving colors and transparencies, steel strings, olive branches, laughter and tears, meetings and separations ... arguments on frame of life
Not to forget, not to be forgotten
The soul textures are the plots through which expresses the artistic creativity and through which mankind seeding, feeding and hands down the 'emotional experience of his life journey, with the fear of being wrong direction and to meet, prematurely, the end . Art is meant to be immortal and let us participate in some of his eternity
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