While our beloved country girl with whom I started the series Fantascapes some weeks ago, is wandering through the streets and museums of the big city, I keep prisoner of my own fantasy, of all these creatures which have suddenly invaded my space and taken possession of all inanimated forms around me, forcing me to artistically testify that you can still see the wood looking at the trees, if only …
if only what?
If only we all had such grace under pressure!
And please: don’t forget to give me a title for my fantascape #8 (see last post)! The titles you already proposed are simply fantastic, i enjoy it so much! There is no limits in the quantity of titles you can give me…
