wet-on-wet paint, undefined, impasto, broken color
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ABOUT THE WORK
Material: Canvas
It's 5am here. Paris is still waking up. Dark enough still to see some stars. The pavement is filled of... Read More
It's 5am here. Paris is still waking up. Dark enough still to see some stars. The pavement is filled of trees with no leaves. And I think of you. It's 5am here. Paris still breathes history. The glimmer of a streetlamp flickers in the distance. The roofs witnessed countless revolutions. And I think of you. It's 5am here. Paris beneath my feet. The church bells rang faintly in the wind. The sky is akin to lavender fields. And I think of you. It's 5am here. Paris awaits. City of lights, city of nights. How can something be so old and so new. And I think of you.
