When I look at these, each one sparks that place in my soul, for it seems that is where these come from. A place within, while looking at the place you were.
I have often wondered how an artist sees/feels/dreams up the things they see. My brother tells me he feels it, deep inside. I love these, it feels like I am dreaming as I am seeing them.
Lovely.
RE: Sunny morning in Bordighera. Солнечное утро в Бордигере