They show through in motion. We can keep silent, trying to endure humiliation. But the words were already created in us and remained unspoken as if hoping for another chance. And the silver of our words is covered with a silent glaze of gold. Shackled words, like monuments, build their cities, naming them: Disagreement, Indignation, Pity, Love, Truth, Emotions or Doubts. To get rid of them we say them alone resting on the pillow with tears, or giving all meanings to the wind, that the words had never said to those Who are they for...
Canvas. Oil. 70x100 May 2023
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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 ...