He looks up to the heavens to see her wings. Let the leaves hide in the snowdrifts and the icy waters shackle the spirit. He looks into the heavens, and anticipates her warm fluff with his beak ...

Canvas. Oil. 60x80
January 2020

Section: Unity

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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 ...