so, yeah, I powerfully feel you, my friend,
you make the braid at the end of my hair while I work and I go on fearless
(and, saying that, I picture you like in the video for heidi * :) )
(((((((( Do you see that cadmium? I can't believe what I've done.
I know I got a massive influence from the exchange with the Fox, who I even dreamt as cadmium, but now that I finally let flow the yellow on my sheet, some enormous and awesome old names lick my brain, telling me the cadmium was just waiting for this awakening. And these names are: Max Ernst, Marc Chagall, Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech and Joseph Mallord William Turner.
On one hand I'm sad because I basically never used the yellow before in my life (except for this yellowish once, again being surprised of using it, indeed (the post is in Italian, but I had written about that surprise)),
on the other hand I drool because I'm now expecting great tasty nights in company of this my new favourite friend which I'm dating for the first time - I feel like Maude with this unbelievable chance to seduce her new very young and inappropriate lover… because the yellow is inappropriate, isn't it? It's so brave! Ah! ))))))))
(((((((( New hot stuff with some brave yellow and the other new pastels are coming soon.
Untill I'll have eyes to contemplate, I will never get bored. ))))))))
