Illustration to Alexander Blok poem:
A night, a street, a lamp, a drugstore
A meaningless and dismal light
A quarter century outpours —
It’s all the same. No chance to flight.
You’d die and rise anew, begotten.
All would repeat as ever might:
The street, the icy rippled water,
The store, the lamp, the lonely night.
As a texture fan, every artwork is an invention, i make some new graphic experiments and even I don't know what the result will be. So my artworks cannot be copied and repeated even by me.
Oil pastel, pencil, texture paste on paper
Night, street, lantern, pharmacy - poem illustration
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