Swaying rhythm through the skin

If Chopin could speak he'd say words feel like coral red and fifteens. Bright. Dense. Bold. Sensual. Savoury souls. Madresilva, mi ricordo.

A sol levante that never sleeps, at home in the belly of the tranquil volcano that breathes its very existence. Each brush stroke is a warm flow of reds, continuous and sustained.

La stabilità tintinna, freme, dondola, culla il moto incessante dell'asse immobile del mondo.

There's what I give to the world and there's what the world gives me. Make it even.

I find solace in gondole di rame

Quiet.

From the artist’s private collection.

This artwork is best exalted by rich velvet, furs, copper tones, deep forest greens, touches of porcelain, warm silver greys with blue undertones, and unfinished wood.

Nella pancia del mondo ci sono stelle capovolte.

Artist: Ludovica Mazzucato. This artwork is part of the artist’s private collection. The title is undisclosed.

I've also put my foot down about using all of my voice for singing the way I want.

Now with a private collector in North America, Morning glory exudes vitality and ardor in quintessential femininity.

The Autumn has made itself at home in the Pacific Northwest today. My sunrise walk has turned from hopping bare feet on the grass to plunging my rainboots into the wet ground.

Di fronte ad un pubblico espressivo la gioia prende il sopravvento su ogni cosa.

Cranes exudes such radiant presence, that it colors the space with irresistible magnetism.

Ed io che un senso nel buttare il mio tempo non lo trovo, mi scosto dalla fila per danzare e mi accomodo nella mia vita.

La leggerezza dello spessore, the light of sound et la fantaisie chromatique de ma realité en si bémol majeur.