Engine's screams (Grida di motore) Print

I was coming back home by car, after a party night with friends, a bit drunk and a bit tired. One of my pals, who lives next to my house, drove, because I didn't have a driving license. There was some relaxing music plugged in the sound system of the car with my phone and I was wandering my eyes out the window, on the street, speechless, when I saw a car accident: the vehicle, on the corner of the road, was bursting out flames, so brights that the night seemed coveder with darkness. A couple of cops were there standing, maybe waiting for the ambulance to come. After a quick glance, my friend drove away the scene. I smelled death and chaos that night. I like to describe what I see in the dymension of the reality through the filter of my impressions. I remember the car, the overwhelming fire and the darkness of the night. On the canvas, colors and brushings comes along with the memory and the instinctive sensations of the event.