Two days in Paris. 2006. Oh, Paris, Paris, how beautiful, elegant and mannered you are! Two days are not enough to breathe you in. One of my strongest impressions. A close walk in Paris, with my beloved wife, Evdokia by name, who has not left me yet, a narcissistic, misunderstood genius. Near by me are my dear friends - Igor and Amina, which Thank you, Lord, are present up to this day (all of us are four hearts in the corner). Tears of joy and delight gushed at the sight of the Eiffel Tower which unexpectedly appeared in broad warm September night, and shining like a giant lamp. It excitedly turned my perception of reality out, and turned over on the painting itself. Moulin Rouge with the haunting and inspiring thoughts of Van Gogh... The French language! As if all that is able to say, even the voice announcement in the subway makes declaration of love to you. If God willing, I will sure to come back to you, Paris. Paris shocked me so much that after returning to my native Russia, I dreamed of it at night for a week, every day. Those dreams were so vivid and realistic, that waking up I could not recover during the day and kept coming back to the impressions of those real dreams. After all, in my dreams I was not just I in Paris, but I was born in it, there was my mom, she was French, she spoke French. I dreamed that I was growing up in the city, went to kindergarten, to school, rode on a sled in the winter on the frozen Seine and freely spoke and thought in French. Such dreams are remembered for a lifetime, as if they were a real part of life.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.