Original artwork description:

We are young at first, then mature, and if we are lucky, we will grow old. Silver hair is gray hair. Once strong red hair fades and thins. Silver is gradually woven into it. One by one the hair is transformed. Youth replaces old age, and old age replaces youth. The girl is neither young nor old. Young in every sense of the word. The girl and the magpie observe their lives. A woman turns gray, a magpie fades. You understand life by watching birds. A red-haired woman sings in a soft, melodious voice. The look is purposeful.

Materials used:

acrylic paint stretched canvas

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