Time passes. Time always passes. That's a fact we all learn to live with since we're kids. I'm not a kid anymore, neither do I consider me old. But how will I think about it when I am really old? I can only hope I will look back into my life and think I had a good one. The best one I could get. The idea for this drawing came while I was driving by the countryside, here in the Argentinean pampas, and saw an old men standing by the side of the route. I guess he was waiting for the bus that passes two times a day. But I remember in that very moment to see time itself accelerating and days and nights passing fast and cars like mine going and coming and seasons beggining and ending, and the old man standing there.. motionless.. eternal.. and then one day I'll be old like him, and I will drive again by that road, and meet him again. He will be exactly like that past day, and he will say: ..so?
It's 2 am here and it's cold. I finally finish it. It's been days when I touch a little of it, almost with fear not to achieve the effect I was looking for. I'm feeling a bit sick right now. It's been a long week for me, but it had to be done. I truly hope you'll like it.
YOURE GREAT!
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Kari~
Droplets of time
~and my words go lost, unheard...
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