Original artwork description:

Many of my paintings are born at one stage of life, and the history is carried with them by those that will appear only after a while. And until their story begins, there is nothing to tell about them and you have to wait.
Someone is waiting for a month, someone for a year, but there are stories that are waiting for more. But this is rare.

This story came in early January, but only the other day its cipher was formed, and the door began to open.

A lot of what is happening now seems to be something unreal, and as if many realities and worlds have come into contact, mixed up and even broken somewhere. But through all this I want to go into the light. And inhaling the smell of the wind, feel the birth of a new spring.

It always seemed to me that the year should not begin on January 1st, but on March 1st, when spring takes its first step and takes its first breath, giving a foretaste of new life.

And in this picture I feel the same breath.

Materials used:

oil and acrylic golden ink

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