Winged creatures: birds
A bird of the magic forest. February 2022. Canvas. Oil. 20x14cm
A bird of caution. June 2022. Watercolour. 25x20 cm
Bird of the earth and sky(dried flowers). Canvas on cardboard. 2023. 20x20 cm.
Stork in sunset. October 2021. Canvas. Oil. 80x100 cm
Ode: September 27, 2021
Written by Yulia Pchelintseva
You are the basics of the outside world, my ode.
On searing hot stones,
The bone-piercing, icy water
Thou wilt visit the world and the light.
You're like somewhere in between, you know, a hidden line.
Hell is so nasty... in heaven... too sweet.
I wish I could feel the flight of a bird,
To soar in serenity, one wing open and the other open
To be frozen in the moment at sunrise or sunset, doing a carefree pirouette.
I'll be away from the world again, or it will close its steel door in front of me.
But one day I'll be out of the crypts of misery, maybe even out of my cigarettes,
I'll run away, as before, to the corners of this planet,
I'll braid my hair into long braids,
I'll go off to unravel the mysteries of the morning dew.
