Introducing
You know how I rose up in the onslaught of cold and rotten thoughts and gave my hands a strength of hope...
You know how I rose up in the onslaught of cold and rotten thoughts and gave my hands a strength of hope, similar to the poem that says: "I knew whose wound was on his hand, the origin of your intrigues against you is because his wound is his, there was no way for him to open it, don't accept it." After this wound, a new life came to me, like a wound that took my whole being, but the light of hope and a blooming garden calls me to it. I am moving towards him. This is a physical painting with clay colors, chalk pastels and colored pencils in dimensions 20 x 21.
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