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Here... just the other day. Two thousand and something: my daughter sleeping “the rest of the just”, the peaceful slumber of those who worry about nothing else but the present.
Here and now. August two thousand and twenty: a full moon night; or almost full. Clouds, tempest and an ocean of uneasiness.
Here and now is a diptych conceived for the exhibition of the same name, a poetic representation of the year 2020 and the pandemics experienced in the period.
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