Art
Sometimes, art, by a strange involuntary coincidence, resembles life. Or apparently, it is transformed in an ironic wink towards the images that mark the immediacy of existence. But it always shines when it resembles itself.
Josep Sou
Sometimes, art, by a strange involuntary coincidence, resembles life. Or apparently, it is transformed in an ironic wink towards the images that mark the immediacy of existence. But it always shines when it resembles itself.
Josep Sou