The experience lived in the sea wave. Her tireless run rolls up a multitude of objects. Rolling on with great force, she pushes everyone ashore, then slowly and majestically leaves back. The feeling has already crystallized and turned into artifacts of the sea. I look at them and can not find my lost experience in any way. In a raging race I'm flying over the waves, trying to find the lost destiny, but in the endless noise and huge waves I got lost and all my efforts are in vain ...
Painting by Natalia Frolova
