Where am I – real or imaginary; dreaming I let the moment pass.
Wanting to feel the wind. I'm drawing my feelings.
The real doesn't exist! Color, line, composition, and paper seek the imaginary. Everything is merging; the red on the paper appears, the predominance is of color, the blues, yellows and reds are united, and no longer separate.
They mingle, merge; and form the feeling arising from nature.
Nothing is sharp and real. Just imagination…
Being the shadow running away from you is not just looking for; but follow. It is to find the line that is the LIGHT. SOURCE OF DIVINE CREATION that illuminates our lives.
The first “watery” appear, the paper calls to me, touches me, explains to me.
O 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 go back to looking for the Color.
I can feel what I'm seeing. I can live what I'm feeling. I can see it's no longer imagination or fantasy.
What I was looking for exists. It existed! It will always be by my side and I just didn't have the eyes to see it.
Watercolor titles: “MY IMAGINARY TRIPS”
Celia Custarella - https://www.instagram.com/celiacustarella/