"Natura morta al Vespro"

"To the Evening"
(Temper and acrylic on compensated in wood)
cm 40 xes 50
year 2013

That evening I had exaggerated with the Passito and on a chair supported to the windowsill I was almost drowsed..
I held two old bottles supported ivi, I used her to mo of vases for the flowers...it causes my scarce lucidity it seemed me of veder those bottles to change thin to assume strange forms...
the lowest was thickened, you/he/she had become stumpy, as one of those deprived bottles of rush and safety, some awkward in his/her iced life, tired also it perhaps of that long and warm Mediterranean day, it disfigured to the presence of the most slender bottle that appeared me sure, slender, fair as one of those bottles that seemed to never touch the fund...some times had passed.. I awakened me from the depth sleep, they were the seven in the morning, I filled the usual bottles of water and I put you the flowers of the quotidianità.