This trip had been long wished for, long planned for, long dreamed of…
That fantastic picture of a girl _ I saw when I was a child in one of those fantastic magazines my dad used to have_ all dressed in magic colours and wearing bangles on her wrists was about to being seen live. It is always good to contrast what you imagined with reality :).
Dance. Smile. Fall. Let go. Paint.
Jump. Crash. Elevate. Mould. Paint.
Talk. Write.Draw. Erase. Paint.
Silent. Thoughtful. Thoughtless. Paint.
Run around. Walk. Run. Paint.
Love… Still, paint…
One of the friends I remember from earliest youth (earlier than the youth still with me :) ) took a photograph a few years ago, which just by seeing, made me feel thunder and lightning and I would get chicken skin all over. I could imagine him seeking to capture the precise moment when the lightning fell on my hometown, Huancayo. That very moment in which one is an instrument that captures _probably_ a sublime moment not to be reapeated, ever…
I love blank canvas where I can start scratching again!
P.S. Click on the image for a larger view.
