My quiet dream, my every moment's dream -
Invisible, enchanted forest,
Where some kind of vague rustle is worn,
Like the marvelous rustle of silk curtains.
In crazy meetings and vague disputes,
At the crossroads of surprised eyes,
An invisible and incomprehensible rustle,
Under the ashes flared up and has already gone out.
And, like a fog, it covers faces,
And the word freezes on the lips,
And it seems - a frightened bird
Has darted in th e evening bushes.
The painting is painted in oil on canvas and stretched on a wooden frame. Signed by my initials on the front side, as well as on the backside indicate the name, dimensions, date, materials, and my full name. The sides are painted as a part of the picture. Certificate of authenticity is attached to the painting.
Colors on the picture may slightly vary depending on the individual settings of your monitor
The painting will be sent in reliable packaging as soon as possible.
