I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency.
And it often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.

2.1.08

'frozen paper' plates differently



I'm at the Lago Maggiore now, in Oggebbio
looking out of the window over the water
it is almost snowing

small white pieces of paper
wishing you a happy new year