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Description
"Beyond the memory". Canvas, acrylics, 70x50 cm.
Inspired by the texts of Lithuanian poet Alis Balbierius.

"Beyond the skull"

Beyond the horse's skull - its whiteness echoes in the fields under sometimes white spherical clouds, sometimes resembling skulls;

Beyond the horse's skull is just the same banal lost time, but blooming for each of us with its own colors and flowers of memory;

Beyond the skull of a horse that died a long time ago, more precisely, killed during the disappearance of the stables of the kolkhoz, because where the neck vertebrae once connected the skull, there is a clearly visible mark of a blow, a blow perhaps with an axe;

Beyond the horse's skull, my grandmother's fields of rye are blooming and a warm smell wafts from the big stable, and the child's hand tentatively touches the horse's side at first, a little later - the nostrils quivering, the hand touching it also trembles;

Beyond the horse's skull, which for many years has tossed in the undergrowth and undergrowth, bleached by the almighty power of the sun, beyond it is an infinite amount of time and those rings of time;

Of the flowers, opening and crumbling, those flowers of memory that explode when you can't see and sometimes bloom for a long time in the eyes or in the darkness of the night; and that white skull blooms like a flower, encrusted with the interstices of little yellow lichens;

There is already a lot of me beyond that skull, more than on this side, where the ball clouds float towards summer and the walls of the old red brick stable are crumbling, drowning every year more and more in the jungle of vegetation - -

Description
"Beyond the memory". Canvas, acrylics, 70x50 cm.
Inspired by the texts of Lithuanian poet Alis Balbierius.

"Beyond the skull"

Beyond the horse's skull - its whiteness echoes in the fields under sometimes white spherical clouds, sometimes resembling skulls;

Beyond the horse's skull is just the same banal lost time, but blooming for each of us with its own colors and flowers of memory;

Beyond the skull of a horse that died a long time ago, more precisely, killed during the disappearance of the stables of the kolkhoz, because where the neck vertebrae once connected the skull, there is a clearly visible mark of a blow, a blow perhaps with an axe;

Beyond the horse's skull, my grandmother's fields of rye are blooming and a warm smell wafts from the big stable, and the child's hand tentatively touches the horse's side at first, a little later - the nostrils quivering, the hand touching it also trembles;

Beyond the horse's skull, which for many years has tossed in the undergrowth and undergrowth, bleached by the almighty power of the sun, beyond it is an infinite amount of time and those rings of time;

Of the flowers, opening and crumbling, those flowers of memory that explode when you can't see and sometimes bloom for a long time in the eyes or in the darkness of the night; and that white skull blooms like a flower, encrusted with the interstices of little yellow lichens;

There is already a lot of me beyond that skull, more than on this side, where the ball clouds float towards summer and the walls of the old red brick stable are crumbling, drowning every year more and more in the jungle of vegetation - -