Why have we become insensitive to the events around us? The question I am involved in and I showed it with a simple incident in my oil painting. The Flowerpot is falling!
He sees a snowman with a sad face and sits next to it on the bench. He lights a cigarette for himself and a cigarette for the snowman and puts it on his mouth. From a distance, it seems that they both understand each other!
One day a painter meets a theater actor. After a while, she realizes that the actor hates himself, that's why he gets lost in his roles, he keeps running away from himself and his afraid to even look in the mirror! The painter decides to paint a painting that will let him know that it is beautiful Even when he is involved with his own character.
The actor was scared when he saw the painting... more than when he looked in the mirror. Because the painting was more real than the mirror. He told the painter not to show her painting to anyone and walked away from her. Did the painter manage to save the actor? I don't know either. Sometimes things cannot be change. But we can always try to make the world a more beautiful place.
One night when the sea was stormy, she was sitting by the sea. She was staring at the fire and the sea was passing by her ears. She seemed to have forgotten the moment. what was she thinking? In which dream was she immersed? I could not read anything from her eyes...