Sometimes, we lose the coast. We burn bridges in vain. And sink the ships of hope Clearly understanding everything, clearly. No oars, no sails, no rudder. No helmsman, captain. Dropping anchors in the bay Like from the embrace of lies, deceit. Half afloat, but bottom, practically, in the abyss. We shout: “For what and why?!”, And wait for the reasons to come! They bring new meaning! They throw everything they haven't eaten into the hold. And we swim and run again To love, hope, new faith!
Canvas. Oil. 60x70 July. 2022
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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 ...