Art needs no rules.
Look, he will paint a picture Already applied primer to canvas See how haughtily he holds his back Preparing to scatter colors on canvas rebellion Fiery sunset stands, admires In the hands of desire, in the eyes of sadness Fallen leaves with grass kiss So much lived, so little sorry Look, he opens the colors In an instant interrupting a long captivity And in tubes there is no bright fairy tale for a long time She dried up, turned into ashes And brush fell down with a thin eyelash Oil leaked out of bottle And on canvas desert is ringing Black longing turns white He thought he would always make it He built a house, raised children He treated his wife who is ill And hid money from strangers. Fiery sunset stands, admires In the hands of desire, in the eyes of sadness Fallen leaves with grass kiss So little lived, so much sorry.
"Artist" - Depth of Field (1999).
(Fine Art Photography. Created in May 2023).
(Physical print included for each of art works in collection).
