These small windows, called paintings, to the mystery of the human soul, do not seem to have been painted, but were born in some alchemical laboratory in which the artist seeks the philosophical meaning of the eternal questions with which people come and go.
An artist who knew the vain deception of the visible has touched with simple and pure plastic means something preserved only in the memory of the heart. And the heart never lies!
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