Viktoria Print

Inside the packaging will be included a printed sheet containing the narrative related to this canvas. That's the story behind "Viktoria" painting: London – Novemeber 1987 “I woke up at 9 in the morning in a small hotel in Harrow on the Hill. The carpet was red and the green curtains were slightly open, letting a pale London sun filter through. She was lying on the bed, sleeping on her side with her back facing me, light playfully reflecting on her cheek and on her side. Silk, dear friend. Silk. The intents of my body were lascivious like those of my thoughts. My muscles turned back into the miserly search for her being. I reached out to touch her, but immediately drew back for fear of ruining that perfect sleep. Viktoria ... we smiled for two days disappearing into each other. For a moment, in that silence, I stopped. I thought about how far a man has to travel before feeling at home, that strenuous search for the good retreat that leads us to walking towards distant horizons. So her hair became my pillow and her skin my home.”