The Study Of A Watchful Eye Painting

"The Study Of A Watchful Eye" is a three-piece artwork which acknowledges all the situations in our life when we feel that someone from above is watching us, in order to help us. Sometimes, these magical watchful eyes just observe and take no action, sometimes they scan around for danger, and sometimes they cry with us. The pieces are different sizes: 21 x 27.5 cm, 23 x 32.5 cm, and 21 x 29.5 cm. *** Жар-птица дошла до точки. Вспорхнула и улетела, Оставив меня и дочку Без силы, тепла и тела. Я ей нагрубила жестко, Она видно непростила, Ушла по английски, постно, Как будто и не любила. И мне не хватило веры, А дочь отошла на звёзды, Исчезла в цветных галерах Меж былью, мечтой, и постом. Я долго бескрылой тварью Скиталась от клетки к клетке, Ревела, не уставая, Вела дневники-заметки. Я стала до боли взрослой, Др дрожи в ногах смиренной. Во мне погибал подросток, Не смеющий резать вены. Бесполый, хромой, неброский С мечтой о любви- холере, Он очень хотел все сбросить, Он тоже хотел в галеры... И где-то на кромке ада, Что тошно граничит с раем, Я стала просить пощады, Молясь без конца и края. И в розовом сгустке мая, В сумбуре законов пьесы Ты вдруг позвонил: "Родная, Давай будем плакать вместе." И слезы взорвались былью, Сменив новой мыслью точку... Верните мои жар-крылья! Я снова готова к дочке. (C) 2018 The firebird reached the boiling point, Fluttered and flew away, Leaving me and my daughter Without strength in dismay. I was impolite to her. I guess, she has not forgiven and left in a British manner, As if she has never cared. I didn’t have enough faith. The daughter has gone to the stars, Disappeared in colorful sails Between reality, dream, and gars. I've been wingless for endless time, Wandered from cell to cell, Roared without getting tired and kept my diaries well. I became an over-adult With trembling humble legs. A teenager in me died, Not daring to cut the veins. Sexless, lame, discreet, With a dream of precious romance, Teenager wanted to drop out, He wanted to join the sails ... And somewhere on the edge of hell, That boringly borders on paradise I began to ask for mercy, Pleading for gift in disguise. And in the pink blob of May, Like a good theatrical play, You suddenly called me: "Dear, Let's cry together and pray. " And the tears exploded. Boom, My life opened a door for a new thought ... Bring me back my firebird wings! I'm ready for a daughter once more. (C) 2018 *** All original paintings include a certificate of authentication and a piece of original and translated poetry with an autograph attached to the back of the painting.

Multi-paneled Painting:Acrylic on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:35.4 W x 9.1 H x 0.2 D in

Number of Panels:2

Delivery Time:Typically 5-7 business days for domestic shipments, 10-14 business days for international shipments.