“Homage to Hafez”
Filled with the sound of poetry, of Hafes, touched deeply in the soul, exhilarated through the vivacious power of words, in a rapture the thoughts are dancing, in the descriptions, to accompany the poet on his ways’ the words turn into colours, garland him and his wondrous verses. Immersed in colours the leaves and tendrils, written pictures, jubilant in song, in life’s rapture the words shine, visions of historical presence. Sensations painted on transparent foils, a longing into the width of the infinite moment. What has been read becomes gestural, becomes expression in a dialogue. The hands, the painting instrument, the word on the tongue, read, spoken finds its sound, elated, inspiring the thoughts, they become colourful in the frenzy of painting, in signs and codes, printed on paper. The foils painted, lighted, with the squeegee the paint is pressed through a silk screen, colour on colour, on top of it the handwritten lines. The sequence of sheets layered in a book.