Ganduri ce cresc, se desfac, ofilesc si mor... Cuvinte sculptate precum nervurile in frunze... Ganduri ce zboara, se agata de viata precum firele de borangic... Ganduri transparente si lacrimi de ceara... Ganduri galbene precum sofranul, ce poarta bogatia iubirii scumpe, pierdute in neant... Ramuri ce plutesc, frunze ce se topesc sub lacrimi, regrete ce le las sa pluteasca departe.
In amintirea sotului meu, Serban.
|Thinking of you - Mixed Media|
|Leaves drifting on the Memories River|
|Mixed Media - cardstock, vellum, die-cuts, stamps, acrillics, wax & tears|
Do you remember the Hindu tradition where candles & offerings, on the memory of those who are passed away, are carrying by waters, drifting afar? This image inspired me and I let my thoughts like leaves to fade away on the
. River of Memories
Thoughts that grow, burst, shrink and die... Words sculptured like nerved on the leaves... Thoughts that fly, hang on life like the raw silk... Transparent thoughts like vellum and waxed tears... Yellow thoughts like saffron, that are carrying the richness of my sweet beloved, lost in nothingness... Drifting branches, leaves that are melting on tears drops, sorrows that I let them float.
In memory of my husband, Serban.