“…the cold cuts the insulating glass
and the air crashes on the floor
with a sound of cracked illusions
and crunching hopes...
once again
the same disordered dream
I never reach…”
watercolor, ink, acrylic, enamel, graphite on 300gr paper and digitally edited
*.PNG
30.3 MB
2829 x 3917
300ppp
sRGB
