TraDigitalArt
A little melancholy. A little meditation on red bamboo. Enough to explain myself this evening. Not enough to be different.
Not looking for intersections to turn into. I don’t like turns that you have to look around. I will be faithful to my principles.
Yes, I’m white and fluffy. As the snow I will rest on the palm of your hand. It will become moist and so clean, and then I will melt.
