"El Susurro" Pencil and marker on paper Canson A3 of 150gr. This image captured me for its load of sensuality: the whispered word turned into an aphrodisiac. The whisper is not just the sound of a voice accompanying a breath, nor feel the heat of the breath that brushes lips when leaving his mouth, nor can smell the proximity of the other body. The whisper is not just a chill that bristles the skin from the feet to the head. The whisper is a declaration of intentions. The anteroom of all the screams that should come later.
"El Susurro" Pencil and marker on paper Canson A3 of 150gr. This image captured me for its load of sensuality: the whispered word turned into an aphrodisiac. The whisper is not just the sound of a voice accompanying a breath, nor feel the heat of the breath that brushes lips when leaving his mouth, nor can smell the proximity of the other body. The whisper is not just a chill that bristles the skin from the feet to the head. The whisper is a declaration of intentions. The anteroom of all the screams that should come later.
