The rapist of sparrows

I don't remember missing doing anything in my entire life as much as I recently missed painting, going back into the studio, and I had barely left there two or three weeks ago.

I love my job as a journalist and I've been writing every day for 28 years, but I only go into a trance when I'm painting and, as they say, God watches me there in my garage.

Today I start another series about whose fate I don't know what to say, but in the end I don't think I have to paint to get to Paris or Rome, but I have to paint for myself, and that's what I'm doing.

But today I'm doing something more, I'm doing something that I don't think has been done very often in the world.

I decided that in my new series - "Sparrow Rapist" - I will translate into images my first volume of poems, started at the age of 17, yes, you heard it right, the most special poems for me from the first volume will become canvases.

This series is one of the rare chances you have to see my soul as it is and my mind "without curtains".

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