the window ... canvas to the world ...surface of our earthly dreams ...entrance and protector to all the life outside a bedroom. Desperation and joy , yet your face remains transparent , filled with radiant light or rolling  tears , you always return to that moment of beginning ... a face, curling lips, two yearning hands  pressed upon your opened hearth .

7 sisters light the way , take you with them in their dreams (the Pleiades)

The brightness of his words could change the colours of her lips ....

"Who knows what a face is for ? " (Nick Drake At the chime of a city clock)

a picture i made of a painting , what you see is the light of the flash mixing with subtile plastic matter on the painting . I call it " light ebbing effect " .  The idea was to create something that looked like the sunlight mingled with the sea like in Rimbaud's poem " eternity " .