Bright scorching sun. Scorched grass and herds of animals. Spilled milk cannot be collected. It belongs to the Earth ...
Canvas. Oil. 70x100 November 2019
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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 ...