between the fisher boats a young voice in the air
the waves wash the memories back to the shore
the wind pushes them out into the sea again
the laughter towards me
carry into the wooden booth
the past the presence mixed up in this time
the treasures stories days years are lying in front
disappear into the pieces made of wood
stored by the heat
searching roots in the sand
faceless the youth of the child
a misty look drugged in the morning
lost childhood future far away on the sea
Today after this 4 week trip in camerun, after having breakfast we were sitting, not talking much, everybody was thinking of the m...
quick sketch for the next picture on canvas with oil colours, steelsheet cut in pieces nets etc.
Natalie and Madame Pompadour - nicknames- always on tour. please excuse, my english is no more as good as it could be, as I do not use i...
african fabric (batil) and finr other stuff on canvas