OR EDU

this sickly yellow color implyed all the world around I lived for several days.
I could turn to the right, to look up stright, up and a little back or cover with a blanket.
This is a try to show unbearable and unvarying picture that I was forced to stare at.
When you are ill there is always the same sadness and despair you faces with.

I have Hope. I live with hope but I can hardly determine what it is. I just can feel it exists. It is something invisible, vailed, uncertain, melting and concealing. In some sense it is close to faith, not a religious one but a faith in something bright, faith in salvation and hope for the better and that everything will be good with everyone. If you trust to a man he can not lie and betray. My hope is also concerned with religion, not a certain one but rather a faith in God in whole. When there is no more hope on earth a man sets hopes on the God's mercy and prays to God and I believe it is not a name of the God that is important in this case. It is enought to believe that there is someone and to hope. That is the reason I can not exactly determine hope. It is something ephemeral, subtle and that still sertanly exists. You should hope and then you would feel Your Hope.
I have one more hope, My Hope. I have a friend who's name is Nadezda (Hope). For some time I call her no other than My Hope. Both of the words begin with a capital letter. It is a proper name.
Is is formed ocasionally by itself. Thus I believe that My Hope has a material personification.

I have gathered together my notions about hope, all the epithets I could describe it and with help of My Hope tried to present visually what hope is for me.

Thomas,
sorry for the delay. It occured that I had not much time for the task as I was having exams.

I made a sketch with a digital camera to show what I am thinking and working on for the moment and to get to know how much interesting it could be.

This time I wanted to show hope as something invisible but dwelling around. A different degree of hope,the moments when it seems it has almost gone and the minutes of its brightest display.
I want to create situations where there is a track of another person exept for the heroine, a phantom of her hopes. She knows it for sure that he exists, he is right here, a real, live though nobody but her sees it. Sometimes she doesn't see him herself. At times she is almost hopeless and at times hope reveals as a blind faith in God.

She decided never to get married

Once there was a girl and she liked a man.
He made a date with her one beautiful evening.
She had put on a dress and painted her nails. He proposed to sit in a caf but she preferred to watch a film. She wanted to see “A Single Man”.
Just before the movie he told her that he is gay. So the purpose of the pictures is to show how beautiful he is. I mean that he is the most beautiful man she has ever met.

I have Hope. I live with hope but I can hardly determine what it is. I just can feel it exists. It is something invisible, vailed, uncertain, melting and concealing. In some sense it is close to faith, not a religious one but a faith in something bright, faith in salvation and hope for the better and that everything will be good with everyone. If you trust to a man he can not lie and betray. My hope is also concerned with religion, not a certain one but rather a faith in God in whole. When there is no more hope on earth a man sets hopes on the God's mercy and prays to God and I believe it is not a name of the God that is important in this case. It is enought to believe that there is someone and to hope. That is the reason I can not exactly determine hope. It is something ephemeral, subtle and that still sertanly exists. You should hope and then you would feel Your Hope.
I have one more hope, My Hope. I have a friend who's name is Nadezda (Hope). For some time I call her no other than My Hope. Both of the words begin with a capital letter. It is a proper name.
Is is formed ocasionally by itself. Thus I believe that My Hope has a material personification.

I have gathered together my notions about hope, all the epithets I could describe it and with help of My Hope tried to present visually what hope is for me.

Thomas,
sorry for the delay. It occured that I had not much time for the task as I was having exams.

I made a sketch with a digital camera to show what I am thinking and working on for the moment and to get to know how much interesting it could be.

This time I wanted to show hope as something invisible but dwelling around. A different degree of hope,the moments when it seems it has almost gone and the minutes of its brightest display.
I want to create situations where there is a track of another person exept for the heroine, a phantom of her hopes. She knows it for sure that he exists, he is right here, a real, live though nobody but her sees it. Sometimes she doesn't see him herself. At times she is almost hopeless and at times hope reveals as a blind faith in God.

She decided never to get married

Once there was a girl and she liked a man.
He made a date with her one beautiful evening.
She had put on a dress and painted her nails. He proposed to sit in a caf but she preferred to watch a film. She wanted to see “A Single Man”.
Just before the movie he told her that he is gay. So the purpose of the pictures is to show how beautiful he is. I mean that he is the most beautiful man she has ever met.