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Adept in the luxury minimalist segments, almost an affront to civilization that wants the perfect harmony of lines identical to themselves, Elvira calls us to the Elysian fields of imagination, of our primitive glory of imagining what a emptiness full of images still to discover by us.
Senses and fantasies are the mixture of brushes that eventually run into each word in a new form, a book to look and not to read, let him flow into the eyes as cold water that refreshes our imagination soothed by the weak perfect civilization.
Rec. Giovanni Caria