It was drizzling, a little windy, first days of spring … with my best mischievous smile, I decided to go out and see what was happening here. First I tried to understand everything and then I realized that the key was to understand nothing.
Here I follow each “88” whistling with my hands in my pockets in the rain.
Medium: acrylic on Figueras paper on foam board framed with a wood strip
Side: 56 cm widh x 71 cm height
Year: 2019
