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/
2014 - exlibris / 162-165 /
(162) Jose Manuel Martinez “Ikar” C3\C5\C7 10,2X15,3
(163) Ucar Erna+Serdar "River" C3\C5\C7 12,3X17
(164) Frank Vermeulen "Devertissement" C3\C5\C7 12,5X15,4
(165) Maksim Shevarkov “Desert” C3\C5\C7 14,1X16,5
