NADO
Peintre
The Little birds in my gardenUrban Jungle...natural cityIn this childhood world, you don't see anyone, but humanity is there...The sun in shining but it is a red one and we can hear thunder...Lots of birds but they are stuck in their cages...Trees without leaves... Ruins of a past....My world is like Earth, it is looking for bliss but it is suffering...It is naive, colourful, generous, abounding and tormented....







