The Magic of Pencil on Paper

WHAT is like the wind…


My work is like the wind

defined by time and space.


Mare Mosso – Oil on Canvas 120×120

Mare Mosso




Mare Mosso,

There is the wind,

whispering, caressing, seducing.

Soft breezes, mighty storms.

I feel the wind

crushing, caressing, capturing…


I see the wind on the sea,

in the clouds covering the sky.

One with the wind, ship and sea.

Man is made from mussel and bones.


A world moving on and on.

From one end to an other.

Into and from a deep blue sky,

into and from a deep blue sea.


The wind is whispering stories.

The wind with all its might.

The wind is telling me dreams.

And I believe them all.



Art has many interfacs with existence, is ‘all round’ in its countless disciplines and nevertheless unlimited.

The interfaces I  employ in the visual arts chiefly tie in with ‘spatial perception’, ‘spatial thinking’ and ‘contemplation’.

Through which infinity apparently comes within reach.



a world to see.

To see a world…

is what…


Awareness of ‘being’ is often the resuilt of the consciousness-raising process that is entwined with the growing process in and of life.

Awaking in a dram is an everyday event.

On the long run just a moment.




Graphite Clouds
Songs of FreedomShadowsSenza NomeRidersRosa dei VentiRaccontiPoir BelleVueNocinaOriginOrologioParadise PearDouble Face

About the Graphite Clouds

WHAT is like the wind…



Is a story

whose words are written

in the faded ink of

” days  gone by”


A story about what,

and for WHAT.


For you and to you.

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Symona Colina - Visual Artist

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