This path takes you home, takes you wherever you want to go. It takes you to your dreams and to your destiny.
We chose our own path, no matter who says do this or that, we are responsible for the path we take, where we end up in life it is by the choice.
It’s your path, your’s alone, some people can walk with you, but no one can walk for you.
You can take train to go from the city to another, but you can only take art to go to stars and to your dreams.
The smoke shapes the youth and old ages. Youth, striving up into the future, and the old ages looking down as the time has gone, and letting the nature do it’s work, giving room for the new generation to come and create more.
Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow’s hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life. ~Charles Dickens
It’s about the beauty and lightness. The beauty of flower and the smoke which makes it so light that only could be felt by the eyes of our hearts. In this painting I wanted to cherish the flower, so fragile and so incredible.
Black and white, the grays in between to give the simplicity to the work, in the mean while to deliver the message about everything around us, to take a moment and think about what is that we see? Do we understand it ?, is it real ?
I talk about my work through my art, all my thoughts are here.