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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Не каждый смысл находит мгновенно отголоски в хранилище души, но каждому дано задеть струну. Вопрос лишь в том, кто рвёт, а кто старается едва соприкоснуться?! Всему есть своё время и итог...