Lifeless wandering, Through the cemetery of the places we've been Time rubbed out the paths, Except the one to freezing haze... swallowing our world.
Mured in concrete, my dethroned Queen, High above we once crossed our branches
Now you're reigning over ruins.
Stretched agony comes to an end Bitter and resigned I'll go unlearn To the walls of unsaid The silent loss of ourselves
----------------------------------------------------------- Details and making of: zancan.fr ----------------------------------------------------------- Here is a link to a deviant who wrote an interesting poetry inspired by the painting and its title: The Wall of Unsaid. Inspiring others is something that i'm very proud of when it happens.
J'ai parcouru toute ta galerie. Tout occupée à admirer certaines oeuvres, je me suis dit: que seront les tableaux que nous accrocherons à nos murs ? Et puis ce tableau-ci, entre autre, m'a donné la réponse. La peinture n'est pas morte ! Tu emboîtes le pas des grands noms. Futur Dali ? Non, déjà plus.
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À mon cœur suffit ta poitrine, mes ailes pour ta liberté. De ma bouche atteindra au ciel tout ce qui dormait sur ton âme.
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