Cold (Acrylic)

A new exercise. We always learn with each step. We always try to offer a general or specific view of the environment, the mood, or our interpretations. Art in its chrysalis state.

Everything has turned gray. The cold is a seasoning, a kind of pious laceration, like disarming or misery. It allows one to explore the realms of the mind.

Art flows, like a torrent. Somehow we can connect with our inner selves.

It was good to have a minimal space, amidst my child's tugs and the other's questions. My kingdom in total chaos, enlightenment was a challenge.

I leave you with my colloquy of solitude. I hope you like it.

A4, acrylic paint from the Shuttle Art brand. I used 12 brushes of different types and sizes. The colors I used were: Gray, Titanium White, Blue and Black.