What’s in my name ?
by Alexander Pushkin
What’s in my name? It’s soulless,
It shall expire, like the dismal roar
Of waves that hit the distant shore, —
Like nighttime noises in the forest!
Upon the memo sheet, in grief,
Its imprint in the stillborn gloom,
Much like the writing on the tomb,
In foreign language it will leave.
What’s in it? All the lost and trite
In new and wild insurrection,
Within your soul it won’t excite
The pure and kind recollections.
But silently, in time of anguish
Pronounce it softly while grieving
Say that my memory won’t vanish
That there’s a heart in which I’m living…
The process of this painting is a story of love, starting on a white paper, from the first brush to last brush, each color represents one dot of the story, all dots connected I got the painting of full story of love. Even though in the end, you just see dark colors, bright colors never disappear, they are part of the process and will be on the paper forever, like all the happiness they do exist in your deep memory.
the Persian Princess in ALEXANDER PUSHKIN
Acrylic on Paper
390mm X 540mm