Tuesday night
Tuesday night
The continuation of Monday night, with the full of energies …
And if light became even paint it? If the night became a dark palette and if I took my camera for a paint brush, a brush, a knife or even a roll. If in the dark of the night everything was really unreal?
If true had – temporarily! – less sense, that my own senses were made of love, surprise, lost but happy by voluntary movements given to my new tool. With so many surprises at the end …