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...many of these women, noticing my transfiguration, began to marvel – Dante

Transfiguring appearance, shifting light and time. Precious minutes immortalized in poses, gazes, and features of illuminated metamorphoses.

Slow changes, organizing the images arisen in the mind and then, slowly, shifting here and there - following the directions of jumbled thoughts - trying on old clothes that have followed vicissitudes and joys, always on the move toward new adventures.

Today the sun isn't out, and a glowing light illuminates His body, which is transforming in silence. She is still far away, waiting. The light turns on and off, changing the scene, the atmosphere, His body, and His face, at times dreamy but also impatient, nervous, tired.

But does perfection really exist? I would like to get at least a little closer to her, the perfection of a portrait...

We begin again, waiting for Perfection. So, in a weary silence, She suddenly arrives and everything takes on a new vigor, emotions and seductions are reborn. The change is taking place, and before my eyes I glimpse the images I had imagined. The body is malleable and allows itself to be guided. It surrenders to the fate of transfiguration.

His face sublimated in Her portrait. And then sleep, forever.