Painting of its time.

This story happened this summer.
My friends and I went to another country, to Bulgaria, where they successfully showed themselves as street musicians, filled the streets with a magical mood, and the hearts of passers-by smiled beautifully.

My friend had a birthday and I decided to do what I love - draw a picture for him.
For me, drawing is like a magical rite. Because paints are like a magic potion that you knead on your canvas with inner delight and love.

For me, paintings and photographs are real capsules with immured love, truth and history.
What could be more important than these three pillars of life?
After all, if you think about it, everything in the world passes, but there may be a story in which we will be alive in some sense.
Is it true?
Time takes everything, and when there is nothing left for us to hold on to, only the truth about our choice remains.
Truth before your soul, spiritual reality.

And of course love, because what is everything in the world without love? Ringing copper.

And one such capsule with three magical ingredients was created for a friend, a street guitarist, who performed with his favorite animal, a dog in a skirt named Nika.

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Time changes and everything flows.
Now we are no longer friends, and Nikina's skirt is pretty worn out, but that kiss of love will remain, out of time and space. This picture and the memory of that cool day in which it was presented.