Workshops

If you feel the desire to immerse yourself in the shining color, interrupted only by dark cypresses. Where, sharp-edged shadows,the sun, the clouds, the morning fog create a unique atmosphere. Where, the green meadows ,the plowed fields the whitish terrain of the clay exude total beauty. Where, the silence is broken by the rustling of a running small hare, the song of a buzzard and a robin flutters among the leaves of the old and bright green olive trees.

If you feel the desire to immerse yourself in the shining color, interrupted only by dark cypresses. Where, sharp-edged shadows,the sun, the clouds, the morning fog create a unique atmosphere. Where, the green meadows ,the plowed fields the whitish terrain of the clay exude total beauty. Where, the silence is broken by the rustling of a running small hare, the song of a buzzard and a robin flutters among the leaves of the old and bright green olive trees.

If you feel the desire to immerse yourself in the shining color, interrupted only by dark cypresses. Where, sharp-edged shadows,the sun, the clouds, the morning fog create a unique atmosphere. Where, the green meadows ,the plowed fields the whitish terrain of the clay exude total beauty. Where, the silence is broken by the rustling of a running small hare, the song of a buzzard and a robin flutters among the leaves of the old and bright green olive trees.

If you feel the desire to immerse yourself in the shining color, interrupted only by dark cypresses. Where, sharp-edged shadows,the sun, the clouds, the morning fog create a unique atmosphere. Where, the green meadows ,the plowed fields the whitish terrain of the clay exude total beauty. Where, the silence is broken by the rustling of a running small hare, the song of a buzzard and a robin flutters among the leaves of the old and bright green olive trees.

If you feel the desire to immerse yourself in the shining color, interrupted only by dark cypresses. Where, sharp-edged shadows,the sun, the clouds, the morning fog create a unique atmosphere. Where, the green meadows ,the plowed fields the whitish terrain of the clay exude total beauty. Where, the silence is broken by the rustling of a running small hare, the song of a buzzard and a robin flutters among the leaves of the old and bright green olive trees.