The portrait
The first painting he sold. Did he sell a portrait? No, he didn’t sell anything. That was his wife job. He made a portrait, an array of futility and he hated it from the very beginning. He produced it reluctantly while his nose was bleeding, forgetting even to eat,...
Discover Villa Clichy!
“Welcome to Villa Clichy, I’m Vanessa and I’m here today as your guide. I will be your reference point during your stay here in this amazing Villa. Let’s start with a brief historical overview. Please, follow me. The wing of the house in which we’re walking right now is...
A stranger
A camels’ shepherd During quarantine, the streets look empty, invisible skins of silent snakes. Few shops are still open, and masked men and women are busy making small pyramids of cereals and fruits here. Then, they put everything inside a small bag and send it to other masked men...
Wooden splinter and a cat
They call him the cat Each step is a key for heels. When you go down the stairs, the steps seem all the same. It doesn’t matter if your legs are long or short. What really matters is the rhythm. 33,34, 35. <<Right, here we are.>> You’re never at...
