Description of the artwork «Frontier»
the hostess will meet and look at the clock And then I will understand that my house burned down I left everything, but I myself survived, But why did I return to you again After all, this is just a line and I'm ready for it I renounce my past words I forget about everything I extinguish light There is no peace except those to whom I am accustomed And with whom I do not need to load the language, But just live next to and feel that I am aliveNIGHT SNIPERS. BORDER. When winter comes When February comes And the black lantern Will turn yellow like amber I will order myself to be silent And not go to that house Someone will be interested What is the trouble I have never been at home So often I have never been at home And I dreamed of a phone, And now it is for me nonsense But this is just a milestone and I'm ready for it I renounce my past words I forget about everything I turn off the light There is no peace except those to whom I am used to And with whom I do not need to load my tongue, But just live next to and feel that I am alive When the sea winds they will blow hard I will try to lie down and fall asleep right away I have decided for so long and forever For every sound I will be ready, But in this house they will not take the slightest steps Blaming tire deflation for everything But this is just a boundary and I'm ready for it I renounce my past words I forget about everything I put out the light There is no peace except those to whom I am used to And with whom I do not need to load my tongue, But just live next to and feel that I am alive When many years pass and I will return to that house Where it is always cold without fire and with fire Me the hostess will meet and look at the clock And then I will understand that my house burned down I left everything, but I myself survived, But why did I return to you again After all, this is just a line and I'm ready for it I renounce my past words I forget about everything I extinguish light There is no peace except those to whom I am accustomed And with whom I do not need to load the language, But just live next to and feel that I am alive
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Art form: Painting
Subject and objects: Allegorical scene
Style of art: Art
Technique: Author's
Materials: Oil, On canvas mounted on hardboard
Date of creation: 2020-th
Size: 40×50 cm
Location: Yuliya Tarakanova