They keep a whole world in a small space, they can be a stolen tear, a frozen secret or a mysterious place, they are life. I am never amazed enough at the beauty of the unexplored simplicity of the small drops. I like to 'hunt' them, starting from the sink of the kitchen, which for a moment becomes the prefect dark room. More than the edited colors, the unrevealed secrets and the words, there is a music, the Raindrop prelude by F.Chopin, that could play a common description for all these pictures and which they would like to be simple variations of.


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