Colors always attract us, allure to follow their stories. So I became the eyewitness of the challenging picture above. The stick underfoot caught my eye, yet what should my reaction be? Should I enjoy the view, or pick up the derelict to throw it to the dustbin in order the garden could please the eye of each?
While dealing with the eternities the light met the changing morality…
As I started to paint, the heart on the easel was my only goal and the main value of the artistic canvas. Unfortunately the modern world understands just market language. Thus my schooling is suitable only to …the mental hospitals.
As I look at the photo I enjoy not my digital painting but the memories that comfort the heart by offering to look at my zero bank account as a test of my fitness to forthcoming dawn.