Outdoor markets, noise, people, voices, a thousand things.
Dust and air.
This is part of their soul, a temporal world.
So many questions wonder in my head as I admire each of the wonderful things that lie on the blankets resting on the floor:
Where did this come from?
How do they get them?
Who was the creator of this piece of art?
That charmed place calls my attention and just by staring at all the objects
I become a child and enter in a world of imagination.
In that brief moment I give myself the chance to play with infinite possibilities and situations.
Turning this fine art into a new life is what for me is call illusion, hope.
To continue the journey of life in a a new function.
Loving how the limits become unlimited !