LA COSA VIVA
I'm trying to observe the things around me, but it's getting hard to concentrate. My feet are shaking and I can't feel my hands. The only thing I feel is the cold, cold wind.
In Romania we have a way of saying "Mi-a intrat frigul în oase", meaning the cold is in my bones and doesn't want to leave. It is like a monster that crawled inside me.
Illustrations I made for my class of Illustration Techniques at Accademia di Belle Arti, Bologna.
