Flowing of Time

I had a vision. It was Time. It was a grey gesture of smudged moving "things" (events, life). There are four main jute canvases in dimensions of 90x180 cm. Good days, bad days. Cardinal points influencing the future. One direction. Limited space. But very subtile meditative flavour of enjoying it. Magnificence is to live despite of terror (of time).

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Time is strangeness, mystery. I go to bed at the end of the day and a moment after that I wake up to the new one which also lasts not long. Life flows in one direction. It's not possible to return and if so with memories of past it's not possible to change the past. Past passes us... A moment ago I was a small boy, in a moment I'm adult and in a moment I'll start to age older and after the 40 it's said that it runs quickly... It's like a building of high tower - the following is always built on the past and it will all so as so fall one day tragically and definitely.

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