Hello everyone!
I would like to share with you pictures of my mother.
She paints them at night, first of all inspiration comes.
Secondly, work forces you to do it only at night.
But how much effort and energy was invested in these paintings.
You know, mom comes home from work, tired, worn out.
But sit down and paint. In her words: it becomes easier for her and she is distracted from the bustle of the world and internal problems.
Yes, of course the dream gets lost :)
But every time, she says it's worth it)
Next time I will try to beg her poems written with my own hand
Sorry for my bad english)