Extrajection of nonexistence #2 Painting by Anastasia Langurova

Painting: Acrylic on Cardboard.

Voidness around us is never voidness in the full meaning. It is full of memories about voices of those who makes us laugh, about those hands, which melt soreness with their hugs, or about those who destroys fragile dreams. In that, quite spongy voidness there are multitude of voices fading away interfering with the wind outside the window, and then you understand distinctively clear that to some of it you listen attentively with vague anxiety, but you rush after anothers to keep alongside by all means to make it eternal music of Your Voidness.
These canvases are essentially moulds of memories about those who were beside. There is no bitterness of leaving behind, no reproach, only happiness of possibility to possess such voidness soaked with life and gratefulness for keeping only most precious memories.