If I come closer to you, 
I could not recognize myself. 
I think I was so funny in our November... 
but its all over now...

inside of me there are nothing but trees light

three drops of Jewish blood in my veins and his name with a comma

women of the desert do not cry

women of the desert waiting for and know the routes of the birdpath

a place where you'll be back

I can be close to you

even through my pictures

we will all meet there

in a place where you'll be back

summer evening haze

summer evening haze

The sun is living in the tree crown

The soul of the tree is in her heart

Her heart is waiting for you in the evening haze of summer

original painting
drawing on paper by color pencils and black drawing ink 
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mother-tree

there is a place where children play under the light mother tree

there is a place where you can dream under the light mother tree

there is a place where you can change yourself

it is a place where the sunlight is the heart of the tree

original painting
drawing on paper by color pencils and black drawing ink 
© All rights reserved.