The scent of dates, spices and sea are combined here into a single cocktail.
The light stone from which houses are built, and narrow, quaint streets are laid out, bears the imprints of thousands of palms of people who lived here, traded, rushed into the port with weapons to go further into the depths of this land, carried scrolls and chests, swords and loot on their shoulders, bags and boxes ... Worning walls, road, ropes, shoes into dust, worning out soles and bodies into blood.
The stone remembers everything. But he is silent.
And the wind, so joyfull fluttering the tops of the palm trees, sings us about the vastness of the sea and the hot desert, mixes their smells, mixes present and past ... And you can't figure it out - it was or it will be? But the main thing is that it is exists.
100x75 cm
