"The explanation of the name goes back to an anecdote..."
Many of our memories take us to beautiful situations,
those that we do not want to forget, but many other negatives that
we want them to go away and instead they hit us daily.
This is no different for me, nor for my way of seeing things. From the
The day I said goodbye to my father, I can't help but remember that time
we spent together My father's favorite place was a small gazebo in front
to three immense mountains, where he could appreciate the immensity of what
surrounds us and how insignificant the negative things that happen to us are.
One morning I decided to watch the sunrise from the viewpoint and paint
on a canvas my emotions, with the idea of paying homage to my
dad. I painted those mountains that I couldn't get out of my mind, and where
tragically lost his life climbing to the top of the highest of the
There I always find absolute calm, a complete silence mixed
with the whistle of the wind and the song of the birds, surrounded by nature
and clean air.
Here I present my work, where I capture the close bond I had
with my father, my pencils and his mountains, my passion next to the
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