43.3x51.2 in ~ Painting, Oil
I drew a house. And cut out the windows in it. Looking at them, I understood that I live in constant expectation. But what exactly will happen to me: new experiences, whether I will get new experience, or new opportunities will open - I did not know...
I was in pain...
I was exhausted...
But I was clearly aware that, one way or another, I had to be open...
Open to experiences. Perhaps the heart must sometimes break in anticipation... Compassion grows out of the cracks, not the desire to get something in return.
I can draw and redraw. And can I erase borders on my way? How to find out about this, because waiting makes you go crazy, and at the same time, it creates a desire to wait for answers to your questions...
I know that my life is always waiting for the time when the future depends only on my decisive actions...
I can leave, I can stay, or never return, or, on the contrary, return forever...
And not to be afraid that waiting will separate me from the future. And we all live in the present... and with it our desires, hopes... and... fears...
Despite them, we wait and wait for something…
Always...
Every day...
Every hour...
Every moment...
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