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SKIES & ROADS

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morning sketches (walking by)

time passage by night (the wakes)

cloud’s race (skyscaping)

like a bird on the wire (heavy sky and working hard)

Lexicon du printemps (the rising sun as

last colors before the night (citysketch

natty dread revival (a urbanstyle sketch dedication to Jean-Michel Basquiat)

lines, shadows and lights (smooth hills)

sunset like a fire seen from a distance (a view

would you just call it “a cloud”_ (portrait of the unreachable smooth consistence as a yellowy puffer fish)

sunrise behind a steamy window

strange weather (to be in june)

wakes_ urban horizon (a preromantic landscaspe, a dedication to William Blake)

urbanscapes_ at dusk, boulevard in red

leaving to sicily (a hoppersauce strait crossing)

way back to the city (sicily street sketches)

astonishing perfection of nature’s graft with civilization_ a rainbow (streetsketch)

how high the moon (a long exposure window sketch)

last colors before the night (citysketch)

just stormy (how high, thou brother sky)

wordless, silent beauty of being elsewhere

still too early for the people (citysketch)

lighting bolt in the storm_ electrolite (a 24 hrs throwback)

golden brown from dusk till dawn (idyll)

clouds like brush strokes on a colorful post-industrial horizon (streetsketch)

just like a flame thrower shot onto the heavy clouds (sunset sketch)

sister moon (moon wake caught by the tail)

dreamland landscapes (vol.1)_ where the invisible moves the visible (a throwback)

cloud’s race (skyscaping)

reflections and phosphorescences on the wet road at sunset (a vision)

here’s a lamplight that never goes down (a vision)

deception has no heir - F. Pessoa, “Death is the bend in the road”)

camping by the side of the sea (deep sicily streetsketches)

the concrete charme of non-places (Vol.8) we’re on the road to nowhere, c’mon inside (riding the great ring road round Rome)

summer in the city_ a wall of people on the dock (urbanscape)

a cool jeweled moon staring at a blood red skyline (urban vision)

the stunning light games of winter sun on the holy motors (transition time_ a vision)

discovering the God’s DOP framework ( a

high moon in her night watch shift in the sky (another windowy tale)

there’s always a sky beyond (a passage)

sometimes it seems that God is just a human word to name the astonishing sublime of the sky (leaning out to catch the sun rays)

gleaming and lightning archaeo-industrial sky (urban mistery sketch)

the concrete charme of non-places (Vol.1)_ emptiness before the opening of the shopping center

sweet taste of truth (sometimes vastness makes you feel like a lonely, infinitely small dot in the eye of the universe) - a throwback

little lakeshore in the park, round about the setting of the sun (a double encounter)

the serial code of cloudiness in a cheeky blue sky (visions)

urban horizon vol.3_ the iron bridge in

(just a) metropolitan sunset (when natur

the light at the end of the tunnel (natural hoppersauce)

urbanscapes_ sea of little clouds

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