The Braid Insect

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.     ))))))))

We are The Dalì Progeny

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech

Felipe Lorandi Iturrieta Gonzalez
portrayed by Eta

More then once, people around said about me and Felipe that we look like Dalì and Gala. It's a kind of delicate matter, because I was always been the one to claim to be Dalì, but his moustache and the fact of being a male (this is cheating, by the way) bring more points to him. It sounds like an endless complicated topic, I know – and so important! Anyway, a tribute to Dalì was mandatory, for us. Especially after visiting the exhibition in Brugge, in June (just for coincidence, again: I don't know why, but often in my life I go somewhere and I find Dalì's art temporary in a museum, without knowing it before).

Felipe in the Station of Antwerp, going to Brugge

Me in Brugge – Portrayed by Felipe Iturrieta

Felipe in Brugge, just before visiting Dali's exhibition

Furthermore, I want to mention Emisfero Australe, a photographic project with the surrealistic painter Vincenzo Gualano by my hyperspatial plume Rib; you will see a huge gorgeous echo from Dalì there too, but me and her don't know anymore which is the consequential order of our connections, even if I can tell you that her art has a big influence on me (thank you again and again, Rib).

WARNING
The triumphant proud Vanity of this post is absolutely wanted.
[Rib is requested in the triumph too]

(Waiting the shooting)