At the end of a long journey through the colors comes a time where you have to take responsibility for his past, carefully placing cloths and brushes consumed in a trunk of memories. Preserving the memory of that experience, treasuring them. But the colors do not. Those oil, water, those acrylics or tempera. The color pencil, those in fabric. Resins, the primary colors. Those are, there still are around us. They are everywhere, always.
Why
colors will save us. Because there is always somewhere a rainbow. Just learn to see.
My colorful world starts from here.
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