Blue 3
Inchiostro d’ Agosto Nel crepuscolo d’ agosto il cielo si fa inchiostro, un blu profondo ancora tiepido di un giorno lungo. Il vento muove una danza sottile un’ inquietudine serena tra le fronde, le foglie scambiano un respiro leggero e nel silenzio che scende, l’ultimo sole si attarda in un bacio d’oro sulle cime dei pini. Art has the unique power to make us see the world through different eyes, to translate emotions into colors and words. Today, I want to tell you a bit about my creative process, exploring a work that feels deeply mine—a painting I created and which, for me, is not just a picture, but a summer sunset painted with the ink of an emotion. This painting of mine, with its vibrant swirls of blue, red, and yellow, is an invitation to a sensory journey that belongs to me. In a way, I'm not just looking at a painting; I'm reliving the energy of a day drawing to a close, feeling again the warmth I tri...
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