This artwork is part of #loveisherlife series. The love of a woman is her whole life: for man, love is one of many things. A man writes verses not because he loves, but because it has for him its own value; it is not connected with love. There’s a difference. The love of a man is a place of rest. When he is tired of the world, of one thousand and one things, he wants to collapse in the energy of a woman, into her heat and to be dissolved. For the woman, it’s the complete opposite. She will do other things because she loves. If she doesn't love, she ceases to do anything.
oil on canvas