I once dreamed how my ideal housse would look like.
Not the classic architecture, not the style, not the perfect symetric windows, not the straight lines… nothing of this kind has really impressed me.
My house is a mixture of thoughts, feelings and secrets.
It’s a clear architectural line of dreams and emotions.
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It has been built with bricks of memories and it is still under Construction.
I am the only one holding the key to it and the only one WHO knows how to get there…
Where’s your housse?
Acrylic on canvas, 50 x 50 cm.
A Sleepy Spirit Art 