Painting ‘Untitled’; I.G.
He
Time passes by me.
What it is traitorous times season!
Yesterday the sun purred, but today – the winter…
Laughers sounds he passes trough me
Without feeling soft Spring fragility!
Heart? Who asked her? Unfortunately –
no!
The heart with blood aches sharply
Without the possibility to have the right to live.
Ieva Gudonyte
30.11.2016 – 01.12.2016
