Pinochio
Bonifacio
Death to Ubu
The Tango of Eurydice
The Saxophonist
Tinkerbell
Thumbulina
Night Watch
05:00
Harlequin
Fukushima
Calimero
Quarter-moon
Notes of a guitar's memoirs
Closeups of the strings, neck and body, diaphragm on the smallest opening and... When at the tip of my stylus, cleaning the unpleasant pixels, an arm appeared, then a sleeve cut out of what I identified as a loincloth print, for 3 hours I did not take my eyes off my screen, stunned. A musician? What instrument fits with the position of his arms? A saxophone? I pulled out a photo of a saxophone from my archives and it naturally fell into place.In the background, men wearing long black robes, grumbling. I still think that images in this series are fragments of memory of my guitar. Nothing esoteric, isn't life and my work more magical than I imagined?
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