Nostalgia

Nostalgia, a word that has flown across the room. It's twirled around and around, as if trying to reposition itself on the ceiling light. I see its gray tones, some of the orange the lamp gives it. Its existence is fleeting. We can exchange it for a smile.

The photos I paint choose me. It's a strange art form; I can spend hours looking at photographs and images and find them uninspiring. Until the right one screams at me to start creating a sketch.

I used 300g watercolor paper. Five brushes, numbers 4, 3, and 1. Orange, gray, black, and white.

Todos los comentarios son bienvenidos. Espero que disfruten del cuadro tanto como yo disfruté pintándolo.

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