Original artwork description:

She lacks wrapped warmth.
Return her silence! When the city freezes with its subordinates, she has the feeling of something inevitably tragic. It's as if a flute is about to be played somewhere and another photo, stitched with a ribbon, will be brought out. And how could she avoid all that procession superstition. I want to dissolve right away through an accidentally opened door, without explaining anything to anyone.
Return her silence! Those completely broken windows are just children's toys. But, no, she hears the roar of the column, under which the asphalt is crushingly cracking and along it people are praying, wrapping tears in their hands. They don't need explanations - they understand everything anyway.
Return her silence! Framed by sonorous children's laughter, untainted by adult cruelty, painted with the fantasy of knowing the matter of the world and sincere surprise: all that horror is just my dream

Materials used:

Acrylic sheets, acrylic, flame

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