Drought
"Sometimes I feel like there is nothing left in me, no will, no imagination, no drive. Nothing i can offer but have to keep going, have family responsibilities, work. People who count on me. I learned to slow down, exsist not at my 100% but still here. And not to rush it. Melanholy and drough, scilent beauty about it. Just like a desert. Colors are desert like but with hope for better days. And they come. This too shall pass..."
-Aneliya Kostova
Interested in this original? Email info@artlifting.com to:
- speak with an art specialist
- request condition photos and/or framing quotes
