Dying insensibly away From human thoughts and purposes, It seemed--wall, window, roof and tower-- To bow to some transforming power, And blend with the surrounding trees. (W.Wordsworth)
after hesitating for a long time I have submitted some pieces of my night sketches. They are some kind of pictorial diary of gothic nightlife and are no preparation for a painting only training of anatomy and movement. But I don't want to hide them in the scrapbook because also rough works, scrapbooks and sketches could have asthetic autonomy (disengno concept). Of course quality is variable...please remember that they were drawn in highspeed and steady changing light and position in a club.