1. Grey Cold

The afternoon I'm living declines in a soft grey. Grey is the color of you. I painted two canvas in grey and black. I wanted to realize a bucolic landscape and some dunes of sand in the desert of Sahra under the glance of a shining moon. I made a mess of both of them. Too many labels of color. 

I kept on passing and passing the color again on the space of painting so that I ruined my project. Sometimes I think these ugly paintings are just the reflection of my ill mind, and / or my ill heart. 

Have you ever been here before?

If so, did you leave?

Where are you? In the wind I lost you. Or were you only living inside my head? Were you a fantasy of mine? Should I forget you? Forget my dreams? Facing my cold reality? The cold facts?