Le Musicien de ville
In the heart of the tumult, he is there. Sitting among the colours and leaves, the musician plays for no one and for everyone at once. In the medina, everything moves, everything speaks, everything stirs. But he stops. With a cigarette at his lips, he takes the time to breathe before playing.
The smoke rises gently, mingling with the yellows, reds, and greens of the market. It floats like a thought, like a doubt, like a pause between two heartbeats. His guitar is his refuge. Each string carries a story, each silence a weight.
Le Musicien de ville speaks of those human, imperfect, real moments when one holds a cigarette, a guitar, and their life in their hands.
Acrylic on Canvas
220 €
40*50 cm
