When, in a particular period, I had the feeling of drowning and of never being able to reach my goal, “Ephemeral Flowers” was born.
I felt that the beauty of life was slipping away like water from my hands and was dispersing, making my lifeblood cloudy and then settling deep down.
I find that the image of the flower is the one that best describes concepts such as youth, freshness and beauty. However, it is a flower that floats in the water without1