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  4 hands | 2015

Make a Painting when we are two, a man and a woman is a sacred amazing way to be danced by moments, Chaos is just a word. Despite all the most beautiful formulas of politeness and the highest beliefs of love, here, in this story, we find the battle not separable from the union . Yes! And wow, all legitimate stuck to our beliefs, lands to defend, perceptions … to defend. And in the dance of hunted reflections , a fact easily brushstroke appear , disappear .. for another stroke of brush, who is doing? … The wind, without warning, moves the accident, and it is never caged. That day, we paint with Sophie, it was allowed to breath from the question ‘‘ with what we touche? ‘‘ This is 4 Hands, on a surface with pigment ,oil , and optionally a brush. I say possibly because in an emergency, bridge surfaces, tools … you forget all, you eat with your hands. we need to touch, to live without any intermediary. It seems to drown us in the union, which we even not belongs. it‘s scary. it‘s great, that‘s it!