Artwork Description:
Acrylic Paints on rolled canvas. At no other time than autumn does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost. My words of inspiration to this piece Its made on rolled canvas, not framed for easy and trouble free transport through courier.