Natural born hippie 3

It was a search for what was fundamental in the repetition of the years, in a sensational and noisy way, which then vanishes, returns silent, is lost in memory, consign to stories, to the air.
And from a frequentation of the disappearance that remains, paintings are formed like a statue made of dust. Through the dense nebula network of traces left, a piece of dream piles up, with painting. Painting that is also the consequence of a series of behaviors of many people and moments spent for the research and realization of new personal and social models, ways of feeling and perceiving oneself and contexts.

Oil on linen.