SOUL

The human soul is something invisible, everyone imagines it in their own way, for me the soul is a small bird that lives and blooms with us, not many people manage to keep it in themselves until old age, a person loses it at the moment when he does not expect it at all, all plants, trees die around your home, everything collapses, and everything loses meaning for you, you only think about why this bird is leaving you. I created this picture during the period of the experiences taking place in my life.