'I think I could turn and live with animals, They are so placid and self contained, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respected or unhappy over the whole earth'.
(Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass)

Nella silenziosa pratica del disegno risiede la chiave per accedere al senso del mondo e delle cose (John Berger)

mercoledì 11 novembre 2009

Fiori a novembre

Fiori azzurri e viola per un committtente che ancora guarda i delicati fiorellini del prato, e ancora si meraviglia della bellezza della natura, dimenticando per un attimo i propri affanni...
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