(The Earth spins like a carousel in childhood, And the Winds of Loss circle above the Earth, Winds of loss, resentment, separation and evil, They have no number. They have no number - they show through from all the cracks, Into the hearts of people, tearing the door off its hinges, Destroying hope and instilling fear, The winds are circling, the winds are circling)... in the style of primitivism. (David Martiashvili). Rich palette, special writing technique. Synthesis of primitive forms with the construction of painting techniques.. aesthetics. colorful oil painting, beauty and charm.
