Warm night of august, four years ago, I was roller skating in my native town, but had to stop because the ground was covered by millions of those white butterflies, dying.
I started to think about their weird life. Short-living butterflies, born in the daylight of a beautiful summer morning, wasting a whole day flying around and playing with sun rays, then at dusk, falling down in the twilight of a street lamp to die on the floor... No wonder about the next day, no wonder about anything, just breathing light, getting drunk on air in a one-day life made of only pleasure.
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The making of this painting was much of an experiment. I started with a sketch on paper, that I transfered on canvas using paper masks, filled up the whole canvas using airbrushed acrylic paint (it took me about one week). But later I started to paint over with oil and brushes, and step by step covered almost the whole canvas with oil paint. Touching it up from time to time, it finally took me about 3 years to finish it!
This is a beautiful painting But I also love the description/explanation beneath. I love words as much as i love art and i love the way you described the butterflies