Playground trees
When the climbing tree becomes the subject of inspiration. I don’t go anymore to the playground.
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Walking, running, biking, … painting.
“There are places that take your breath away, and that for some reason my sensitive heart and melancholic soul would like to remember forever. I stop then in those places, with the immense sensation that I have to paint them, and then I torment myself for not having paper and a pencil… and a …
Home is where the heart feels free.
The landscapes of Geismar. Geismar through the year. It doesn’t matter how beautiful are the places I’ve been or how incredible the landscapes I’ve seen. This place I call home, touches me like no other.
On the way
Capturing common instants on the train, the bus or at the train station. Travel memories
