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Bread for the Lust Supper
2012. Canvas, oil. 100x80 cm
Our fairy tale begins with this painting. We are at «the inner sanctum» of Russian house – the Russian stove. It baked for us some bread with a golden crust and wrapped it in a soft cloth like mother swaddles her baby.
The little pieces of coal are shining with different shades and talking whether to us or to a magic flower sheltered nearby. And they have a mystery – they remind January stars in the boundless space.
From «Russian fairy tales.
Journey with the artist Konstantin Prusov»
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