The land claims us, it pulls a thousand invisible threads to return us to its lap, no matter the distance,... Read More
The land claims us, it pulls a thousand invisible threads to return us to its lap, no matter the distance, no matter the time spent away, we need to feel again the smells of childhood, the colours of its sunsets, the sounds of the past, bewitched, we will never take off the blindfold with which it covered our eyes, we will never see its reality.
Digital painting
Edition: 1/1
150 x 150 x 7 cm
Lightbox / Printed on gloss white methacrylate