'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)

domenica 30 gennaio 2011


Da un vecchio schizzo fatto durante un viaggio in Marocco, la conceria di Fes un posto allucinante !

acquerello su Moleskine

3 commenti:

  1. splendidi i contrasti, si sente la luce nordafricana, e per fortuna l'odore no!

  2. Una imagen para "sentir" el lugar. Saludos.