Artwork description:

My joy, that is all,
The pain died at dawn
In the gentle fingers of clouds.
Unborn day glides
Like a pink silk.

My sigh and it is so easy now!
The air is pouring through the windows,
Time. We left home,
We are standing over a precipice,
Meeting a dawn.

My joy, that is all,
The pain will no longer exist.
Mountains are melting with a gold light.
And the rivers have flashed -
Hosanna! -
And the sun has risen.

The light‘s penetrated us!
We are transparent to the light!
Boy, did you understand what has happened to you
This morning? You've understood ...
(c) S. Kalugin

Materials used:

The author controls the printing personally. All photos are printed on high quality archival paper (acid-free paper) Hahnemuhle. Each photo is supplied with a numbered Certificate of Authentication and an author’s signature. http://pitenin.com/en/print

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