Mongolian, South Buryat and Tungus roots intertwined. Everything that was prescribed by Fate - everything came true.. Through the crossroads of roads and events. Through the paths of caravans and the dust of oblivion. You can only go this way. Just leave all doubts by the dying fire, forget and discard. And no matter how the family disintegrates - everyone bears the seal of their ancestor's name, which means you cannot cut off the root and live differently, wherever fate takes you... The Barguts do not hide their open gaze. And their song is two slender wings...
Canvas. Oil. 80x100 March 2025
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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 ...