Physical abstract painting 60*50 Cm
Happiness is not always colorful, Sometimes, I paint my sorrows just like this, With bold and restless hues, On a canvas of silent memories.
Sometimes, my tears turn into shades of blue, Sometimes, longing carries the crimson of dusk, Sometimes, sorrow is the yellow of autumn, And the black of night writes my solitude.
I have never painted my sorrows colorless, I have painted them vibrant, For every pain has its own shade, And every shadow tells a story…