Abstraction of the body – Page 4 – Nina Stopar art

Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit ⁄ No one dances sober unless they are completely insane

Moving on, my leitmotif and red line are stripped

I am and I am not caught between thought and you

The mysterious whisper of the body– love

Without surrender, there is no life, the silent charity of dance

Where I already am

Print of dissolving passion/ Incarnation of the origin

In the wealth of silence there is a line

Even the bride has a black hole like every galaxy

Hot colour of life – I wait for you NYC / Abstract imprint of a wish