|The sixth sense (after Nikolay Gumilev). 12"x24". Oil on canvas. December 2012.|
Glorious is the playful wine in love with us,and the gracious bread that goes into oven for us, and the beautiful lover, who torments and delights us. But what can we do with this pink light of dawn above deep cold skies, with silence and unearthly beauty, with eternal lines of poetry? Eat, drink, kiss?
And the moment slips away, inevitably; we miss it again, and again, and again. As a little boy entranced by a girl, without knowing anything about love yet; as a prehistoric beast struggling to fly with wings yet to appear – so centuries after centuries, under the scalpels of Nature and Art, our spirit and flesh are tormented by the sixth sense yet to evolve.