Where am I – real or imaginary; dreaming I let the moment pass.
Wanting to feel the wind. I'm drawing my feelings.
The real does not exist! The color, the line, the composition, and the paper seek the imaginary. Everything is merging; the red on the paper appears, the predominance of color, the blues, yellows and reds are united, and no longer separate.
They mix, they merge; and form the feeling arising from nature.
Nothing is crisp and real. Just imagination...
Being the shadow running away from you is not just looking; but follow. It is to find the line that is the LIGHT. SOURCE OF DIVINE CREATION that illuminates our lives.
The first “watery showers” appear, the paper calls me, touches me, explains to me.
Oh passion, how good it is to see and feel it. I want to love everything and everyone again. I feel the love that GOD allows me to have. I look for Color again.
I can feel what I'm seeing. I can live what I'm feeling. I can see that it is no longer imagination or fantasy.
What I was looking for exists. Exists! You will always be by my side and I just didn't have eyes to see.
Watercolors titles: “MY IMAGINARY JOURNEYS”
Celia Custarella - https://www.instagram.com/celiacustarella/