Just... Wait for me
After 2 years, more or less, I'm back again publishing a new artwork.
Someone, somewhere, someday said "No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell." and it seems that, at least for me, works exactly in the same way.
Everytime I feel downhearted, I HAVE to paint, I HAVE to depict my thoughts.
In this particular time of my life I do feel frustrated.
Like never before, I feel that weight on my shoulders. I don't know if it's a question of age as the more life gets by, the more we become aware and conscious we don't have all the time we'd like to realize our