The wait is an illusion
(I thought that in the wait time stopped, what a stupid. And instead life continues to flow, and we with it, even when we do not realize it we are living. Even if in a different way. We are elaborating, learning and growing every moment every second.)
My eyes stopped looking at the void and placed themselves on a dark feather that protruded from the bird's plumage. It was not a feather like the others, but a single, perfect brushstroke of a blue so deep that they seem the darkness of the sea. In that little detail I saw everything.
Each feather was an engraved memory. The blue feathers spoke of past skies, the darker ones of dark nights, and that intense blue feather .... a secret.
I was not stopped out of fear. I was not waiting for the future, but I was understanding the past. My red hair was not impatience, but my lighthouse.
Painted with high quality Italian colors on cottone canvas, stretched over a wooden frame. The painting is painted on the sides. With certificate of authenticity. Painted with semi-gloss transparent varnish to protect it from time and UV rays. Slight color variations may occur due to the difference between the light screen of your PC or mobile phone and the actual painting. Please take this into consideration.
Fast and secure shipping with tracking in a wooden crate carefully packed with bubble wrap. For shipments outside the European Union and Switzerland, the shipment will be delayed by a few days for the recovery of customs certifications
Oil on canvas
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The wait is an illusion
(I thought that in the wait time stopped, what a stupid. And instead life continues to flow, and we with it, even when we do not realize it we are living. Even if in a different way. We are elaborating, learning and growing every moment every second.)
My eyes stopped looking at the void and placed themselves on a dark feather that protruded from the bird's plumage. It was not a feather like the others, but a single, perfect brushstroke of a blue so deep that they seem the darkness of the sea. In that little detail I saw everything.
Each feather was an engraved memory. The blue feathers spoke of past skies, the darker ones of dark nights, and that intense blue feather .... a secret.
I was not stopped out of fear. I was not waiting for the future, but I was understanding the past. My red hair was not impatience, but my lighthouse.
Painted with high quality Italian colors on cottone canvas, stretched over a wooden frame. The painting is painted on the sides. With certificate of authenticity. Painted with semi-gloss transparent varnish to protect it from time and UV rays. Slight color variations may occur due to the difference between the light screen of your PC or mobile phone and the actual painting. Please take this into consideration.
Fast and secure shipping with tracking in a wooden crate carefully packed with bubble wrap. For shipments outside the European Union and Switzerland, the shipment will be delayed by a few days for the recovery of customs certifications
Oil on canvas
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