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Spring in thoughts and feelings
63 x 46 cm
Spring is priceless; talk of purchase is simply inappropriate. In springtime, everything becomes indescribably vulnerable. Flowerbeds burst into bloom, filled with fragrant flowers, making it easy to forget the burdensome weight of winter. Thank you!
Spring is priceless; talk of purchase is simply inappropriate. In springtime, everything becomes indescribably vulnerable. Flowerbeds burst into bloom, filled with fragrant flowers, making it easy to forget the burdensome weight of winter. Thank you!
Story of sun
87 x 51 cm
At the edge of the sun, irises always bloom. They bloom and over-bloom in colourful petals. To take in your palms and hold, and sustain this miracle! Will it be possible?! Will the sharp, bitten buds want to bloom in my palms?...
At the edge of the sun, irises always bloom. They bloom and over-bloom in colourful petals. To take in your palms and hold, and sustain this miracle! Will it be possible?! Will the sharp, bitten buds want to bloom in my palms?...
Conversation about sin
47 x 65 cm
I encountered a daylily just yesterday. She spoke of the terrestrial bee and the grand inferno. To burn intensely in the passions of one while leaving behind memories—this she mused in her quiet contemplation. I painted with all the vigour I could muster, perhaps intuitively sensing the transient nature of such grandeur. I succeeded! Morning arrived, donning a white beard, and within my flowerbed, not a vestige of that former vibrancy remained.
I encountered a daylily just yesterday. She spoke of the terrestrial bee and the grand inferno. To burn intensely in the passions of one while leaving behind memories—this she mused in her quiet contemplation. I painted with all the vigour I could muster, perhaps intuitively sensing the transient nature of such grandeur. I succeeded! Morning arrived, donning a white beard, and within my flowerbed, not a vestige of that former vibrancy remained.
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