Perhaps it is possible to capture the glitter of the instants that have captivated us, instants that possess that eluding nuance of polyglots, that imperfect mixture that sketches and links the landscapes of our childhood, reflections, laughs, eloquent silences, beautiful journeys from the couch. Grisailles of dreams colouring in flashes of grace.

Sophisticated simplicity that invites to cultivate an inner world oblivious to the haste in which we live; poetic dimension of life, where imagining is the point of departure for creation.

In sweet ambrosia, the streets distil perfumed colours: irises, lilacs, mauves, lavenders, wisterias, heliotropes, soft and vibrant greens… Indefinable purples that become violets or crimsons, beautiful Egypt blue, lace of black and white mist… Accurate brush strokes in just a gesture, an impeccable cut, a flow…

Nostalgic ladies in lavender, the epitome of grace and elegance. Without them… “Life is mere prose”.