Drowning in wine
A sip. The first glass in deep solitude, uplifting, giving a relaxed state and opening the inner curtains. It begins thinking about the essence of things and phenomena, about the fine line between the first glass drunk and each subsequent one. The first glass becomes the zero kilometer. In the flow of thought, light vibrations of complex philosophical reasoning are caught. The second glass clouds the mind, so much so that all reasoning is blocked, the meaning of what is happening around disappears. In my work, I show a girl drowned in wine. Her face is calm, but she is already locked inside the red dry. Her hands are relaxed, they are not going to fight the changes taking place in the body. The glass framing the wine becomes a cage that does not let anything inside.
They drown their feelings in wine, an attribute of fun alcoholism is a female vice
In the pool of red dry
A glass standing alone, a cage for one. I seal the girl's face inside the wine poured into the glass. She's already a hostage who won't come out. The indifference on the face is a symbol of fatigue from the eternal attempt to get out of the glass. The glass container cage is much worse than the others. It is impenetrable neither to the air nor to others who want to help, but will not break inside. All plans for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, forever are collapsing. A man drowns in one glass.
