That's how it should be: instilling the desire to stay, rather than pushing us to leave. Despite the gap. Or become the track on which to return again. An architecture, a love, perhaps everything.
(mds, 29.05.2017)
MONSIEUR BLEU.
More than a color a dreamed image mades of literature and ink rivers. Figure of light, dust and pigment, Monsieur Bleu lives here. He looks through the filter of his obsession with color; he exhales olfactory notes of ephemeral dreams, he feeds illusions and their intense avor, he caresses an idea, a thrill, the ripple of a wave, he plays heart beat with harmonies buttons.
Monsieur Bleu is a prayer, a mysterious smoke whisper speaking about disappearances.
