Charcoal and pencil on Velin D'Arches paper.
In Italian: All'imbrunire.
In English: At dusk.
At dusk, the evening chirping coming from the trees in my garden is slowly calming down.
In the pond in the woods nearby, the mallards are floating on a row line and sleeping alert with an open eye.
Somewhere, in the shelter, the newborn lamb is finding its warm place in the shade: the night is opening up its curtains to the silently gazing moon.
