Original artwork description:

"He disappeared. I've just seen him alive. And now, he literally vanished. He was the kindest, the most beautiful, the closest... I loved him so much that I even thought that I had his eyes. He'd often give me a long stare; his penetrating eyes were full of tenderness and sadness. But now, it doesn't matter anymore. My lovely parrot has just flown away through the open window. I know he'll never return home. He never loved me sincerely. He preferred freedom instead of my love."

"Boy with sad eyes" is drawn from life.

Materials used:

watercolor on cotton paper 300gr

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#parrots #tenderness #sadness #tender #depression #loss #sad eyes #depressed #sad boy #sad boy art 
Boy with sad eyes (2021)
Watercolour
by Irina Bibik-Chkolian

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"He disappeared. I've just seen him alive. And now, he literally vanished. He was the kindest, the most beautiful, the closest... I loved him so much that I even thought that I had his eyes. He'd often give me a long stare; his penetrating eyes were full of tenderness and sadness. But now, it doesn't matter anymore. My lovely parrot has just flown away through the open window. I know he'll never return home. He never loved me sincerely. He preferred freedom instead of my love."

"Boy with sad eyes" is drawn from life.

Materials used:

watercolor on cotton paper 300gr

Tags:
#parrots #tenderness #sadness #tender #depression #loss #sad eyes #depressed #sad boy #sad boy art 

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I love watercolor. Its flowing, its freedom, its indomitable temper, its spirit. It flows and draws me. I see it everywhere around me. Thin glazing in classical forms, spontaneous quick... Read more

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