/Katarsis erased my memories of having wings and who I am.
I stepped on a cold field covered with thorns and those same stars flashed ghostly in the distance. With each step, my feet penetrated deeper and deeper thorns of pain and despair. The ringing emptiness pierced my bones like a universal cry.
As a result, pain became my companion, and then even a force.
It was the pain that opened my wings.
They turned out to be so great that they were able to exalt me not just by leading me out of the framework and restrictions, but by raising me above them.
I'm not the same as before.
I lost everything I cherished, maybe even too much, the universal cry tore to shreds my, already many times oversewn heart.
Liberation. It has become a germ for pure love, not in spite of everything, but at the same time, but still insightful and merciful./
Oil painting/Digital art 2025