Dreamers

Dreamers Fools with winged sideburns outside the void, inside joy. Fragile as a crystal light secret, pretending to be a quiet lamp in a hut in the reflection of your eyes. Where the sun penetrates leaving warm footprints with its fat orange fingers. Where the wind roams in dirty torn clothes like a tramp. Where old days let me touch your lips. In this 8000x11250 pix illustration you can find scans of my son's baby feet, a bit of magic that wouldn't be magic if I didn't call it that. Memories of the Fallen 79th Air Assault Brigade, paratrooper brigade is based in Mykolaiv. My broken phone, my favorite backpack in the form of a typewriter, the drawings that I copied from the walls of my city. And many more things that are forever frozen in this illustration.