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Rethinking of my 3 headed demon painting, was trying to capture a different feeling and found some drama inside of me, and also heavily inspired by Lermontov poem - alone i set out on the road.

Alone I set out on the road; The flinty path is sparkling in the mist; The night is still. The desert harks to God, And star with star converses. The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . . Why do I feel so pained and troubled? What do I harbor: hope, regrets? I see no hope in years to come, Have no regrets for things gone by. All that I seek is peace and freedom! To lose myself and sleep! But not the frozen slumber of the grave... I'd like eternal sleep to leave My life force dozing in my breast Gently with my breath to rise and fall; By night and day, my hearing would be soothed By voices sweet, singing to me of love. And over me, forever green, A dark oak tree would bend and rustle. 1841
if you enjoy my art, please consider supporting me on patreon, there im going to post full resolution of this painting, and some backstage stuff, brushes and things that inspire me the most (music&references) or consider subscribing to my instagram account in my profile.

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WMZ Z217145412474

Description
Rethinking of my 3 headed demon painting, was trying to capture a different feeling and found some drama inside of me, and also heavily inspired by Lermontov poem - alone i set out on the road.

Alone I set out on the road; The flinty path is sparkling in the mist; The night is still. The desert harks to God, And star with star converses. The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder The earth in cobalt aura sleeps. . . Why do I feel so pained and troubled? What do I harbor: hope, regrets? I see no hope in years to come, Have no regrets for things gone by. All that I seek is peace and freedom! To lose myself and sleep! But not the frozen slumber of the grave... I'd like eternal sleep to leave My life force dozing in my breast Gently with my breath to rise and fall; By night and day, my hearing would be soothed By voices sweet, singing to me of love. And over me, forever green, A dark oak tree would bend and rustle. 1841
if you enjoy my art, please consider supporting me on patreon, there im going to post full resolution of this painting, and some backstage stuff, brushes and things that inspire me the most (music&references) or consider subscribing to my instagram account in my profile.

the ways to support the artsist
Instagram
Patreon
PayPal
WMZ Z217145412474