Francesca Monticelli

  There are moments when the world holds you in its hands - a protecting line _ ,,...  of wandering feet and crowds of passer-by    crossing

Line drawing, 2019 Pen on paper.

To walk and wander on bending streets,  twisting alley ways        and  grey pavements, aligned with boundaries of  double yellow and the occasional red  or white stripe.   The turns are cyclic, continuous to continue, continuing to continue, repeating  repeating often enough with familiarity around every corner, yet different.  Another stranger, stranger to itself perhaps as the thoughts cloud and new discoveries made.                                                It is not the same.  Non-physical mattering to matter  and mattering about the matter of each new encounter made of physical material.