Drawing came together with time.
Drawing is to say “time now exist” again and again. Drawing is a goodbye to what stands beyond time. Drawing is failing to live, choosing to fail.
Drawing is a little death.
I sit not knowing if I’m the most gifted or the most miserable. This world has everything in it and I am so free.
How could I dare to move.
Dream of other worlds and stay.
Stare at the clouds. Imagine your eyes staring at the clouds. What a day.
I am in paradise.
This world isn’t real.
I come from other worlds. I will come back.
I stay.
I don’t draw.
— Alessandro Polo
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