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Olga Zaverzhenets Tecnica: Print RA-4 Dimensione: 45 cm x 45 cm Anno: 2024 Descrizione: Chamomile After the tragic loss of my husband, I can't put myself back together. Reality is blurry. I don't understand how to exist on my own. Our story began with a bouquet of chamomiles, which he gave me. And the last flowers from him were also chamomiles. We are a flower that sheds its petals and crumbles. Who am I now, alone? Our days are like petals blown away by a hurricane. They fly away, along with the memories that connected us. The wind scattered them. I'm trying to put them back together. How many are there? Each petal is a step forward, every memory brings pain and warmth. From scattered particles I assemble a new me. This is a story about loss, pain, love and attempts at recovery. -
Olga Zaverzhenets Tecnica: Print RA-4 Dimensione: 45 cm x 45 cm Anno: 2024 Descrizione: The whole from the parts, That were blown by the wind. I was left here. Snowstorm of petals Is flying to the light, That blinds more and more. Clearness goes away. I am alone I am trying to make a focus, Sticking together what left from us. Searching for you in sounds, In birds. Sheltering In Your clothes. I haven’t lost Your warmth, But We are halfs now. Two plus two, but not alongside… On the different sides of light. I am trying to become whole by myself . We are a torn -
Olga Zaverzhenets Tecnica: Print RA-4 Dimensione: 45 cm x 45 cm Anno: 2024 Descrizione: The whole from the parts, That were blown by the wind. I was left here. Snowstorm of petals Is flying to the light, That blinds more and more. Clearness goes away. I am alone I am trying to make a focus, Sticking together what left from us. Searching for you in sounds, In birds. Sheltering In Your clothes. I haven’t lost Your warmth, But We are halfs now. Two plus two, but not alongside… On the different sides of light. I am trying to become whole by myself .