Моя Минерва

Она летит – не ходит. Она – даёт, не просит. Возносит в ранг любви и блага то, Что в голове, душе, у сердца носит…

Холст. Масло 40х60
Сентябрь. 2018 г.

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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 ...