Chaos

The grass grows wild and free - without direction, without fear, without permission. The wind sways it, bends it to the ground and mercilessly blows it, as if it wants to break it. And it doesn't fall. It just bends... and stands up again. From the side it looks like chaos - millions of blades, scattered in all directions. But perhaps it is in this chaos that order lies. Because everything is exactly where it

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Oil on canvas