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Sail. Tenderness
Irina Stukaneva • Painting, 23.07.2019, 80×60 cm
Description of the artwork «Sail. Tenderness»
About tenderness.
The husband says: "Gentle pictures are being born to you now." I am pleased that he sees it that way. I really feel it now. Probably, therefore, such images are obtained.
What is she born from - my tenderness?
These are such moments of life when I feel its fragility. And beauty. And warm. And joy. And even delight. Such that I want to cry. And light sadness. And affection. And compassion. And love.
Tenderness in the soul, in the heart, is born from such simple and at the same time, deeply touching, moments.
Sparrow feeds its chick. Vein beats on the temple of her husband. Papa's eyes .. his look, like a child.
And even from memories my tenderness is born. When I remember touching the baby's head. When I think of mom. I would like to give her more than my tenderness. Did not happen.
From the experience of loneliness my tenderness is born too. That loneliness, which cannot be avoided by anyone - when alone with his death. At this moment I want to embrace the soul of another person. Leaving forever. Make me feel close.
My tenderness is born when I am not afraid to look stupid or weak.
When I open my heart to experience the beauty and fragility of all living things.
Here she is - my tenderness.
About the picture. This is a fairly large canvas on a stretcher 80x60, acrylic. Sail again)
The picture has already found its man and will soon go to him.
I am very pleased)
The husband says: "Gentle pictures are being born to you now." I am pleased that he sees it that way. I really feel it now. Probably, therefore, such images are obtained.
What is she born from - my tenderness?
These are such moments of life when I feel its fragility. And beauty. And warm. And joy. And even delight. Such that I want to cry. And light sadness. And affection. And compassion. And love.
Tenderness in the soul, in the heart, is born from such simple and at the same time, deeply touching, moments.
Sparrow feeds its chick. Vein beats on the temple of her husband. Papa's eyes .. his look, like a child.
And even from memories my tenderness is born. When I remember touching the baby's head. When I think of mom. I would like to give her more than my tenderness. Did not happen.
From the experience of loneliness my tenderness is born too. That loneliness, which cannot be avoided by anyone - when alone with his death. At this moment I want to embrace the soul of another person. Leaving forever. Make me feel close.
My tenderness is born when I am not afraid to look stupid or weak.
When I open my heart to experience the beauty and fragility of all living things.
Here she is - my tenderness.
About the picture. This is a fairly large canvas on a stretcher 80x60, acrylic. Sail again)
The picture has already found its man and will soon go to him.
I am very pleased)
