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Crowds on the street, combing the asphalt like a herd of elephants.

Urban night lights out.

Stones in the Road. Real or reflected, both equally hard.

After a few days in Mexico City, back filled with sights, smells, ideas. I return to the mirages: horizontal, an endless megalopolis floating in a lake.

Some time ago, my friend and painter Gabriele Fettolini called me telling me to empty the warehouse of a fine art store around the corner from home. I went there and then I remembered the movie Zorba the ... Continue reading →