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Hydrangea

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By Roy GuerraPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Surrounding colors in the middle the damsel decrease and grow bright tulles.

Pastels, grays, fresh multicolored liquids prostrated in greedy fingers.

Speed strikes minimize and maximize.

Brown lanterns light up the show

Cold tunnel perfect touch and restless fear.

Colors are strokes everything is perfect under the neat canvas.

Under the neat canvas, the hydrangea is disheveled, their colors merge, creating a very good scene.

With brushes in hand and bright tulles, the artist launches without fear or before.

Soft pastels, cool grays, the palette is brimming with lively and fresh shades.

With eager fingers, it is giving life, each line, each detail, a shared story.

Quick strikeouts, they risk it all minimizing limits, art becomes fashion.

Brown lanterns, gracefully illuminate it, while the Hydrangea on his canvas moves.

In the cold tunnel, her pulse races, the perfect touch in each line is expected.

Restless fear just disappears, because the painting releases its being and leaves.

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Roy Guerra

Discover singular moments with unique stories, photographer and visual adventurer. Business manager and promoter

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    Written by Roy Guerra