It's always very easy for me to part with paintings that show my horses. Even if we're not together anymore, I still let them go easily.
When I draw, I'm like I'm at a meeting with a dear friend, but letting go of the picture, I don't break up with a friend. I know there will be a new meeting.
But there are portraits that do not allow themselves to be sold. They agree to hide and hide, but stay close. I even have time to forget about them. But then they come back to reborn a little.
With portraits of Dei this is not the first such story. I painted this portrait 5 years ago. Deya was with me then. But in that picture she spoke to the departed Dusya, her dead foals.
It was like a call around the city, just a little further, or deeper. This portrait is strange enough, but it was among the rare paintings that were hanging on the wall not as a temporary phenomenon, but on a regular basis. Although, as I told you, I do not decorate my house with paintings and especially mine. But some of my works count differently :)
The other day I felt that Deya was calling. And this portrait is delivered, I realized that there is a completely different story on it. Deya is now talking to me from there, on that side and in her place there is a completely different horse looking at me. Someone new and timid.
And I felt that now it's my way out, and I can or rather even have to touch the painting again and open something in it. I took a feather and a golden mascara. Sometimes I feel like I have it like a magic wand :)
And suddenly the look of the horse turned on the audience, the nostrils calm down, and the lip line softened. There is no more anxiety that Deya felt. I felt calm for her, for myself, for everyone...
I think this story is not just for me. She is for everyone who lost a loved friend and felt that crushing heart cold when she seems to have let go, but still the heart is not in place. This is a hello for everyone who hears through space that everything is in place.
For the first time I really wanted to weave words into patterns. 15 words.
The artwork is signed on the front and provided with a certificate of authenticity.
If you'd like any more information, please don't hesitate to contact me.
ink, acrylics, chalk
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It's always very easy for me to part with paintings that show my horses. Even if we're not together anymore, I still let them go easily.
When I draw, I'm like I'm at a meeting with a dear friend, but letting go of the picture, I don't break up with a friend. I know there will be a new meeting.
But there are portraits that do not allow themselves to be sold. They agree to hide and hide, but stay close. I even have time to forget about them. But then they come back to reborn a little.
With portraits of Dei this is not the first such story. I painted this portrait 5 years ago. Deya was with me then. But in that picture she spoke to the departed Dusya, her dead foals.
It was like a call around the city, just a little further, or deeper. This portrait is strange enough, but it was among the rare paintings that were hanging on the wall not as a temporary phenomenon, but on a regular basis. Although, as I told you, I do not decorate my house with paintings and especially mine. But some of my works count differently :)
The other day I felt that Deya was calling. And this portrait is delivered, I realized that there is a completely different story on it. Deya is now talking to me from there, on that side and in her place there is a completely different horse looking at me. Someone new and timid.
And I felt that now it's my way out, and I can or rather even have to touch the painting again and open something in it. I took a feather and a golden mascara. Sometimes I feel like I have it like a magic wand :)
And suddenly the look of the horse turned on the audience, the nostrils calm down, and the lip line softened. There is no more anxiety that Deya felt. I felt calm for her, for myself, for everyone...
I think this story is not just for me. She is for everyone who lost a loved friend and felt that crushing heart cold when she seems to have let go, but still the heart is not in place. This is a hello for everyone who hears through space that everything is in place.
For the first time I really wanted to weave words into patterns. 15 words.
The artwork is signed on the front and provided with a certificate of authenticity.
If you'd like any more information, please don't hesitate to contact me.
ink, acrylics, chalk
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