Jazz and life drawing on a February afternoon.

The dimension of the Moment contains fleeting instants imprinted in the mind, captured, like on a Polaroid or as an improvised drawing in a notebook.
It is impossible to define its length. Seconds, hours, days?
Just like life drawing the Moment is not predictable, it simply happens.
A moment has no future and no past, and it is undefinable, except for the emotions that it leaves us with. After that, it is already too late.

Exhibited at BAW 2022, Bolzano Art Weeks