And wears the serenity of us like leaves in the wind, interfering. No one knows the hour when the key to paradise will be found ...
Canvas. Oil. 60x80 December 2021
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Not every meaning finds instant echoes in the storehouse of the soul, but everyone is given the opportunity to touch the string. The only question is who is tearing and who is trying to barely touch ?! Everything has its time and result ...