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.     ))))))))

New Nana

Once upon a time, my little nana had THIS hair (actually full of skulls, yup – so what?).

I'm not sure I can forgive her for cutting 'em.

Anyway, she's one of those women beautiful even if you spread on their head a rotten banana skin.

Still, being her friend although her cut clearly shows I sincerely love her.

This is just a sketch shortly made while we were on a video call.

Ciao, nanina.

Rappelant Rêveries ☉ II

 I sprawl into the skin of the nocturnal flight

I whisper pastel powder across the time

I nurse this magic

I lull this dream

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(Psst, Cat!)

A White Summer

So. Here we are. Me and my thoughtmate Natalja Heybroek.

There is a story I desire to tell about this performance.

But now I feel it's time to only kindly watering you with our Whiteness without whispering anything else (here where Natalja does it her way).

Please, open your lungs and come in.

Thanks again to Marilù and Dorotea Pace, for the upcoming photographs and the shots.

Thanks to Helena Sanders, for giving us her lovely atelier as our base.

Thanks to Heidi Harris, for her song Carved In.

Thanks to Carved In itself.

Thanks to life, for letting me create with these beautiful people.

Come again, if you like to peek some magic more.

Love,

Eleonora