The boundary is transparent. There is a whole world behind it!
And the door to another space
Glass is my teacher, healer, idol,
My God, my fragile kingdom!
Here the form as a reality. Is it a dream? A game?
I paint with my soul, not with a brush,
Birds of paradise, flowers, moths, cities,
Children and maple leaves!
Through the colors and lacquer, o, exciting moment,
All gray suddenly comes to life,
Blind, excite, excite, beckon,
He calls, pulls and shines!
Oh, the illusory creativity!
A wrapper, a dream, a wrapper, a chic frame
Art will separate me
From life and everyday life stubborn?
- I do not think so. Just another way of looking at life,
A little more intimate, or what?
Seeking the beauty that "this world will save",
And this way is difficult and controversial.
Really pictures of sweet dreams!
Touch! Look, between us
On the cloud stretches a rainbow bridge ...
Is not it a miracle justification?
Arina Feeva
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