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collab with
she made the prepareing of original portrait, set the portrait angel, defined dark edges, and defined its tons in black and white with small touch of 2 colors in eye and hair which i get them off to put it in new environment. I done the rest as one of expermints converting poetry to visual, and mixing digital painting, with typefaces and typography.

The poem is originaly italian, was in journal of *MisSelfdestruct , who is listing to Subsonic - Rat. And now she translated it for me:

"As a city river you just survive
slow and dense time full of grey.
Fast red eyes clandestines
spit right in the middle without complaining
you know the city and its breaths
you have a premature sense of adaptation
and you know there's a rhythm for everything
for joy and pain, for everything
if yesterday you don't know and tomorrow you don't know
and everything is lost in the flow
AND THE ONLY AMBITION YOU HAVE IS STANDING UP
WITH A SOUND IN YOUR HEAD THAT SPLITS THE THOUGHTS
SPARKLING RED EYES WITHOUT FEAR
NOW.
you got your sovereignty on your thoughts
you know that's enough and the rest is for a few
you're young and you've already seen everything
chewed a pain for everything
and if yesterday you don't know and tomorrow you don't know
and the flow carries everything away.
AND THE ONLY AMBITION YOU HAVE IS STANDING UP
WITH A SOUND IN YOUR HEAD THAT SPLITS THE THOUGHTS
SPARKLING RED EYES WITHOUT FEAR
NOW."

Description
collab with
she made the prepareing of original portrait, set the portrait angel, defined dark edges, and defined its tons in black and white with small touch of 2 colors in eye and hair which i get them off to put it in new environment. I done the rest as one of expermints converting poetry to visual, and mixing digital painting, with typefaces and typography.

The poem is originaly italian, was in journal of *MisSelfdestruct , who is listing to Subsonic - Rat. And now she translated it for me:

"As a city river you just survive
slow and dense time full of grey.
Fast red eyes clandestines
spit right in the middle without complaining
you know the city and its breaths
you have a premature sense of adaptation
and you know there's a rhythm for everything
for joy and pain, for everything
if yesterday you don't know and tomorrow you don't know
and everything is lost in the flow
AND THE ONLY AMBITION YOU HAVE IS STANDING UP
WITH A SOUND IN YOUR HEAD THAT SPLITS THE THOUGHTS
SPARKLING RED EYES WITHOUT FEAR
NOW.
you got your sovereignty on your thoughts
you know that's enough and the rest is for a few
you're young and you've already seen everything
chewed a pain for everything
and if yesterday you don't know and tomorrow you don't know
and the flow carries everything away.
AND THE ONLY AMBITION YOU HAVE IS STANDING UP
WITH A SOUND IN YOUR HEAD THAT SPLITS THE THOUGHTS
SPARKLING RED EYES WITHOUT FEAR
NOW."