Thursday, November 23, 2006


Sitting on a class

While looking at this picture, I was pierced with a magic of transformation. The flat sheet of drawing paper became the screen and your story about life movie has questioned me, is it possible?

While looking at at a flower in a vase we clearly see a figure of a woman and rejoice at the wonderful smell of purity but do we recognize ourselves here?

Your pencil depicts our ordinary environment as the deepest secrets of our diaries ad so your pictures become our own treasures.

Thank you.
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