Looking at the vapor trail of a plane crossing the sky: noticing at first a straight and defined line, then a soft and wholly curl, finally a messed and smoky scribble. A brisk wind hovers from the valley, breathes trough a cloud and deletes the last white fringes out of simple boredom. (Marianna Morè)
Benvenuti a Shape of clouds!
Imagination stems from little things and thrives on paper and screen: here is a collection of articles and publications of mine, a logbook of life impressions, a colorful gallery of portraits, a selection of literary quotes.
Sincerely dedicated to all distracted minds.
Marianna Morè 