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"Bird of Fortune."
Kudeyar Trisvetoff • Painting, 2021, 40×40×40 cm
Description of the artwork «"Bird of Fortune."»
"Bird of Fortune" (40 cm x 40 cm) - abstract existentialism, mixed technique, brushwork, author's techniques, psi-graphy.
History of the painting.
Endless burning flight.
The flight of perfection...
Flight of improvisation...
Through constellations of microcosms and clusters of personal worlds that make up the collective mind.
Her flight is instantaneous.
Her flight is unpredictable...
Nowhere does it fly twice.
After waiting all our lives, we realize that it just flew by. And almost made it, but it did not reach just a little bit. It remains only to grab sparks of burning feathers on the fly, burning through lives like, rented, tuxedos.
And we are invariably swept up in the darkness that follows any ray of light. And we are left celebrating in our burned-out tuxedo, waiting and regretting, not appreciating our shirt.
History of the painting
Endless burning flight.
The flight of perfection...
Flight of improvisation...
Through constellations of microcosms and clusters of personal worlds that make up the collective mind.
Her flight is instantaneous.
Her flight is unpredictable...
Nowhere does it fly twice.
After waiting all our lives, we realize that it just flew by. And almost made it, but it did not reach just a little bit. It remains only to grab sparks of burning feathers on the fly, burning through lives like, rented, tuxedos.
And we are invariably swept up in the darkness that follows any ray of light. And we are left celebrating in our burned-out tuxedo, waiting and regretting, not appreciating our shirt.
History of the painting.
Endless burning flight.
The flight of perfection...
Flight of improvisation...
Through constellations of microcosms and clusters of personal worlds that make up the collective mind.
Her flight is instantaneous.
Her flight is unpredictable...
Nowhere does it fly twice.
After waiting all our lives, we realize that it just flew by. And almost made it, but it did not reach just a little bit. It remains only to grab sparks of burning feathers on the fly, burning through lives like, rented, tuxedos.
And we are invariably swept up in the darkness that follows any ray of light. And we are left celebrating in our burned-out tuxedo, waiting and regretting, not appreciating our shirt.
History of the painting
Endless burning flight.
The flight of perfection...
Flight of improvisation...
Through constellations of microcosms and clusters of personal worlds that make up the collective mind.
Her flight is instantaneous.
Her flight is unpredictable...
Nowhere does it fly twice.
After waiting all our lives, we realize that it just flew by. And almost made it, but it did not reach just a little bit. It remains only to grab sparks of burning feathers on the fly, burning through lives like, rented, tuxedos.
And we are invariably swept up in the darkness that follows any ray of light. And we are left celebrating in our burned-out tuxedo, waiting and regretting, not appreciating our shirt.
