“White horses“. (Part I-III)
digital-hybrid drawing. 2020-21
There is no ultimate truth in us that we know. We run and die in an unknown universe. Our life is full of unimportant things. We are black shadows running away from white horses. The city is a paradoxical battlefield and we don't know how to hide in it.
I do not want to go. 10,000 wild horses couldn't drag me away. The city is my challenge and my downfall. I am too weak to look for other worlds. I surrender to my fate and ask forgiveness from a thousand gods. In the dust of dreams I'll be the white horse and have to go miles before I can sleep.
bird eyes view