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Under the scratched, petrified ice, a hot, bright heart is trying to break free; there is deep inside an unquenchable desire to believe. They said, "Your flight is just a dream." They muddled, clouded the mind, gossiped much... Hush! Enough! The weakness and exhaustion caused by the heard cannot help to cut the many layers of ice. The soul aches cause of this cold, a mute anguish keeps tormenting it. But nobody will come to fix you. Do not keep everything inside! Split everything into pieces! Blow away all the dust, look deep into the soul! Explode with the emotions! Give them the will and they'll create a life.

  • 43 x 51

    paper, oil pastel

  • 2019

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