Hitching Rides On Sailboats

LIVERACIÓN.

After having lost almost everything in just over a year, one day you decide to take a look back and try to tie one of the many loose ends that have been leaving in your short life. So I made first hand.

You soon realize that there rope already tied the other end. So not only do not need you, but soon realize that you have become an uncomfortable visit. So annoying you just getting a code number on the agenda of the mobile, or a rare name among contacts of mail.

This picture commemorates the day "ritual" from which everything would be easier. But really all he has done is distancing more. Of course I was not invited to this "ceremony", so any coincidence with reality is the result of chance.

And there is no good that evil does not come (or something ...), at least the experience has helped me to make a good picture. I recognize that there are many things I could have done better, or at least different. But in his day was a great challenge to face, and I'm pretty happy with the result.

One night, in search of relief and tears bathed in cold, Princess Adhara take a difficult decision ... It was very

while those innocent letters were arriving little by little hands ... a poor devil had written without knowing the impact that would cause the princess.

Time, which heals everything, could not ease the pain of a dream, perhaps impossible. The magic
renewing "a noite das witches" for Adhara create a different future. No stale memories of a better past ...

was time. Adhara could feel the magic floating in the atmosphere ... the memory of previous years with the refiner's fire, now became impatient to begin the ritual ... but tonight everything would be different. Tonight was just for her ... in the privacy of the roof of the palace, lit by a huge fire and a sky tinged with red, so characteristic of the evening of the shortest night of the year. Princess Adhara start a new life

The smell of old paper aroused Adhara the overwhelming desire to plunge one last time with the words of the past. Those in which, for years and in the solitude of his quarters, had sunk every night, trying to escape from your reality ...

Cando was finished reading, the sound of the wind brought back the sound of a familiar voice almost buried by time and distance ... and again, a chill down his spine desire

320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008