High ThinkingIn that place, Chaos, where order and disorder live together, my thought develops, made of color not of perspective.In... Read More
High Thinking
In that place, Chaos, where order and disorder live together, my thought develops, made of color not of perspective.
In that place I can melt chaotic shades and impulse strokes. Strokes made of emotions and intellect
There, my thought stands; there, my delight stands
