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18 x 24
Oil on Canvas

There is a time for acceptance
He comes back from college and discovers that everything he knew, everything he owned, everything he cared for is out of place. His garden dries, his collection of action figures disappears, and the car he took so much care of is now a haven for dog fur…he is outraged and immediately employs himself into a quarrel with his mom. Soon he realizes his mother matters more.

There is a time for sorrow
He patiently pulls out of his pocket a vibrating cell phone, which delivers the daily annoyance and interruption from his mother without fail. He answers with a tone as displeased and bothered as he can possibly pull off, and learns the death of his grandmother who was so dear to him…

There is a time for joy
Just the second when he raises his head, his face is welcomed by an explosion of snow. He quickly recovers to take vengeance but his position displays a great geographical disadvantage. He throws a fresh snow ball at his adversary but it “unexpectedly” hits a tree; he is a much better soldier than a warrior. Within ten minutes a snow-woman takes shape on the leftover of the battle field. He stresses how he wants her to become a doctor when she grows up.

There is a time for dreams
The silence is broken as all the birds rush out of the forest. The orcs imagine that it is they who drive the fear of the creatures in the woods, until an agonizing cry is heard from their back where an orc is torn to pieces by a magnificent dragon, on whose back rides the bravest warrior…his enemies launch an attack, but he skillfully blocks off every oncoming arrow with his sword. He retreats, struggling only to wipe that grin off his face which might give away that he’s luring them into the centaurs’ ambush...

There is a time for love
He meets a girl who is all he can dream about. His mind swirls into an endless spin centered with the image of her. His heart, swelled by the intoxication of joy, feels ready to dissolve away at the very gate of that terrestrial paradise called love…

I grew up.

Description
18 x 24
Oil on Canvas

There is a time for acceptance
He comes back from college and discovers that everything he knew, everything he owned, everything he cared for is out of place. His garden dries, his collection of action figures disappears, and the car he took so much care of is now a haven for dog fur…he is outraged and immediately employs himself into a quarrel with his mom. Soon he realizes his mother matters more.

There is a time for sorrow
He patiently pulls out of his pocket a vibrating cell phone, which delivers the daily annoyance and interruption from his mother without fail. He answers with a tone as displeased and bothered as he can possibly pull off, and learns the death of his grandmother who was so dear to him…

There is a time for joy
Just the second when he raises his head, his face is welcomed by an explosion of snow. He quickly recovers to take vengeance but his position displays a great geographical disadvantage. He throws a fresh snow ball at his adversary but it “unexpectedly” hits a tree; he is a much better soldier than a warrior. Within ten minutes a snow-woman takes shape on the leftover of the battle field. He stresses how he wants her to become a doctor when she grows up.

There is a time for dreams
The silence is broken as all the birds rush out of the forest. The orcs imagine that it is they who drive the fear of the creatures in the woods, until an agonizing cry is heard from their back where an orc is torn to pieces by a magnificent dragon, on whose back rides the bravest warrior…his enemies launch an attack, but he skillfully blocks off every oncoming arrow with his sword. He retreats, struggling only to wipe that grin off his face which might give away that he’s luring them into the centaurs’ ambush...

There is a time for love
He meets a girl who is all he can dream about. His mind swirls into an endless spin centered with the image of her. His heart, swelled by the intoxication of joy, feels ready to dissolve away at the very gate of that terrestrial paradise called love…

I grew up.