There is something of spring in it. Purple highlights on the shoulder like the shimmer of puddles in the shade of blooming trees. And the deformity of the body under the water is like a born tadpole trying to become a frog. A whole underwater harmonious world. Or are they gills that don’t want to be seen? The mermaid came to the surface to catch the rays of the sun, she will swim a little more, and slowly disappear under the water, like a dolphin. It is like an image and an emotion, fleeting and real.
In my head. There are days in my head when my mind feeds on sunlight. On such days, I can’t imagine my art other than the bloom of spring, a fast ride with an open window on a hot day, or a celebration of the drunken summer sunset, with the coming twilight after. But although the echoes of twilight are present, in the spring it is not colored at night, it is not swept by snow. Whereas in dark times, the shadow of the overcast sky comes to my eyes, blinding and distorting my thoughts.
I still don’t know which of the two opposite states could be the essence of me, maybe on the contrary, solar euphoria is a deformation. But I can say for sure that it does not matter to me, my heart trembles from the light, but it is obvious that without a shadow it could not be known.