Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Frances Keevil
Simone Piccioni

Any man is a free man using brushes and paints on a white canvas, so he can be and become. The painter can lie by painting the invisible or he can be sincere by colouring everything not as it is but as he would like it to be. He can show himself naked by telling his dreams or he can hide from others by deleting a mistake. He may copy and be called a genius or create the most beautiful work and not be understood. My Italian masters taught all this without describing, only with technique, study and discipline, then to discover that a technique does not exist, that study is life itself and that discipline is just a brushstroke in the right place. A man painting, can also be an artist, and often does not know it…dentro e fuori