-What a headache, that constant sound is making me despair- Lucia said.
She had been awake late at night without falling asleep, on the wall there was a stain that reminded her of a friend's face, but it looked as if he had been beaten a lot.
-It is difficult to find inspiration with so such a disorder-
She said aloud without anyone answering him.
The old book he had been reading seemed to move by itself, in front of his eyes, it seemed to disappear to reappear a little more far on the table, it had drawings of naked human bodies with animal faces engraved on cowhide pasta and the figure of a beautiful naked woman half covered with her own hair.
-I give up, this time I will not be able to paint anything-
She said to herself while throwing the brush with Indian ink on the table-
The next morning they found Lucia dying with notorious marks of anemia, on the table there was a strange book with grotesque but fascinating winged beasts painted in blood and black ink.
The disturbing sound that had previously made her desperate had become an ally.
Historia e imagen