this thing called art
about her: she is smoking, she is passively controlling the cloud, she is unaware of its damage; art becomes an enjoyable habit, when you do it you don't really see the consequences about it, not being able to do anything else, you remain trapped in the colors, in the smoke, in the cloud, in the habit.
watercolor, acrylic, pencil, charcoal and pen on watercolor paper (300g)
45,5 x 61 cm
my idea was born looking this photo, I just love it, it made images in my mind: