Paul Guillaume's eyes
The other night I was back, drawn by the magnetic eyes of Paul Guillaume, as in a dream.
I stayed a long time there, in front of him, trying to penetrate the Modigliani’s mind when painting the portrait
I know, that this look is not unique but I like to believe that an eye is open to the surrounding world and the other, apparently blind, in a poetic way, is facing his inner world.
L’emozione più bella di quella mostra vergognosa