An empty glass
“An empty glass” 50×40 Oil on a wooden board 2021 Through a thicket of pearls, I am watching a fragile bird swaying on the waves of flexor lines. The lines plant the stars in black pearls, an this is, in fact, the glare that you see immured in black. The stars choose to sleep in jewelry. The necklace is put on when the sun wakes up.