Urban Poetry
There is a cloud in the sky. With it there is a lot to do. Painted sky with just a touch of divine brush. The men put on their land lines, its stones, its cement, its concrete. Gray paint, black paint, paint with colors. In my strokes, paint only with light, compose within my frame elements that are given me by nature and by men. Alone the cloud no longer is. Along with my eyes all the elements in the square that bring me my lenses. Art? Sensitivity? Maybe just how to look. Edited in Photoshop CC 2015 using Lumenzia Panel © 2016 All Rights Reserved www.artedigitalstudio.com.br
