Simona Dimitri's Blog, page 25

LANDSCAPE / ROUGH MATERIAL

 

 

 IN PROGRESS

 

 

—I had arrived in a pristine world that I could not have properlyimagined. Nothing felt stable; all was sterile, temporarily, shifting,piling up, subsiding. [...]The inner walls exposed layers of lava and scree tinged pinkfrom oxidation, or stained yellow where sulphur had condensedaround innumerable perforations in the rock.[Clive, Oppenheimer, Mountains of Fire]

 

sketches ..

 

 .. Hase

 

 

 

sketches ..

 

 

 

 

until we reach the hills..

 

 "Hazel waited in silence and after a timeFiver said, slowly and expressionlessly,'But we must go on, until we reach the hills.'His voice sank and became that of a sleeptalker.'Until we reach the hills.[...]'" —Watership Down, Richard Adams  

sketches ..

 

 

 

sketches ..

 

  

 

 

sketches

 

thinking about branchesmovementshapestheir way throughand silent speaking  and Oscar Wildeshort stories

 

the frozen forest / sketches

 

 

 

sketches

 

  

 

pencil [and]

 

pencil on paperand a million images