There cannot be few of them. When there are no hands to embrace, we use the mind, like those who are blind from birth, but feel the warmth of the soul and the caress of the wind. There is no point in dividing everything into spectra and splitting it up, trying to think clearly at the moment when in our arms we knew a lot, they understood the secret ...

Canvas. Oil. 60x100
January 2019

Section: Unity