From the beauty of the hidden and forgotten things that a story can begin

“I am he that aches with amorous love;

Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?

So the body of me to all I meet or know.”

-W. Whitman-


🎨 I show here some of my sketches that I made over the years.

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Poems