Woman is not just a face! Painting

Woman is not just a face,she has a body too. She is not just sexy, she is alive too. She is not just beautiful, she is ugly too. And when she is sitting among her colors, she is lonesome, lonesome in a city of cubes. People are floating among things, no one is alone nowhere. If there isn't another soul, there is wall. If there isn't another wall, there is a memory, a name, a man, a feeling, a sense which takes one from a place to another, from a time to another. It is like you are never where you are. Memories and feelings surround us with their blissful colors, stronger than our material link to our time and our place. Is it possible to break that link and set free of time and place. Here woman don't have their bodies. Woman is a face with two hands and two feet. What connect these is a cloud of clothes not a human body. Women are allowed their bodies just in solitude, where no stranger is present. Denying woman is denying light. It is denying the history of beauty. I am sitting alone among colors and lines and people are but shadows around me, breaking onto me with the standing world. I like them, people, their shadows and their colors. I want to fly but I am bound to earth. I want not to be but I am, decent, classy, and clam, just how a lady should be. And I am standing here with you, smiling.