SERGUIUS AGASARYAN - SELFPORTRAITS
Zeichnung, Gravur, Malerei
From a courtyard children's voices, squeal, and a scratch of a swing, bark of a dog reached. On the next balcony, on a wind clapped linen, and hot air enveloped a body. I luxuriated in it. I Inhaled, sniffed and felt a smell of rest. A smell of sea salt. A smell of fryied potatoes.