My face is the theatre of the mysteries of the night, a labyrinth where light struggles to penetrate. Alone in this inner clearing, I carry within me the tranquillity and silent strength of nature.
If the shadows cast on the walls in an atmosphere that is sometimes disturbing and hostile could be replaced by your sublime creations!!! We would walk more joyfully.✨🤩
Hello Dear lovely Cass ✨what a beautiful message, always so kind and friendly. That's so you!!! Yes, I am particularly touched by your compliments and moved to "find" you again with Max. And surely others, shipwrecked from the Remix Ship. 🙏 Merci chère amie et à bientôt 🫶
There are days when I close my eyes to avoid seeing the darkness of the world. There are days when I rub my eyes to help them open for my dream, but my hands never sparkle with magic glitter... except today, when I feel like I'm still dreaming with this fairy-tale masterpiece. Bravo et merci ✨✨🖤
Emerging from the surreal power of the different Elements, these magnificent "Deities" seem as unattainable as your level of Talent. What a work of art!✨✨🔥🔥 Sumptuous !!
"Dead leaves are gathered with a shovel. You see, I haven't forgotten. Dead leaves are gathered with a shovel. Memories and regrets too...", as J Prévert wrote. Well, my dear Artist Max, in your work, the leaves come back to life, twirling around, pushed by your magical artistic breath ✨poetic!!
