Is my face a mirror of my soul? I can see my hands, my legs, but I can not see my own face. So how can I understand what happens in me? I can take a looking-glass and see a tired man in it. And that is all. No information, only a touch of glance to the surface. I take a sheet of paper and a pencil, and every thing from inside of me begins to reflect on the smooth surface of the paper. /S.Hrapov/
16/05/2024
II Certament Internacional de "Ex Libris", GRANADA, SPAIN. (A catalog that has been on the way for six years. I received it today.)
