Pale Blue Lines
oil on canvas, 120x120cm
Clear cold sky contains no anxieties. Bright melancholy. Emotions play jokes with a mind. Consciousness detects not-being around. Moving towards it, but while alive, goes against breaking it's dead harmony for a while.
Secret Source
oil on canvas, 100x100cm
Secret garden with a warm source. Time almost doesn't flow forwards.
Sometimes almost stops and very rarely even moves backwards for a short moment.
Only when you get there you remind this is your native place.
You may stay there as long as you wish, but when you leave you can't keep
the memory about that recovering journey.
But the effect lasts. It feels as if the new hope appeared from nowhere.
Sometimes almost stops and very rarely even moves backwards for a short moment.
Only when you get there you remind this is your native place.
You may stay there as long as you wish, but when you leave you can't keep
the memory about that recovering journey.
But the effect lasts. It feels as if the new hope appeared from nowhere.
