Manuela González Velázquez, playing the piano by Zacarías González Velázquez, 1820 (detail)
The inner life has its soft and gentle beauty; an abstract formlessness as well as a subtle charm. I often consider myself as a figure in a foggy painting: faltering lines, insecure distances, and a merging of greys and blacks. An emotion or a mood, a mere wisp of color, is shaded off and made to spread until it becomes one with all that surrounds it.
Image: chapel veil by °Kristamas is haunted on Flickr (via: pinterest | ChloeSakurai)
Present and Absent series, 1990