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This is monochromic grindeldore)) Art has no colors; it’s a playing light and shadow. White owls with letters and papers in their paws flap their wings cutting through the downpour, their silhouettes are blurred by the flow of rain, wind and darkness.

The rain hits Gellert on the back and creates an uneven glowing outline of his silhouette. I really like Gellert in the rain, with wet hair and a staring flaming glance. He has a black tie on his chest or it’s just the darkness between the light lapels of his coat. He, of course, is full of energy, wounds up like a spring, as if the chaos around only charges him with energy and zeal. And he does not get tired to achieve his goal time and again. He’s holding Albus’s hand and presses himself against breast, and, of course, wants something.

Albus reclines on the carpet. He lightly strokes the hand gripping his wrist and closes his eyelids, and his head tilt is rather reserved. The space of light behind him, maybe it’s a magic shield, maybe it’s an illusion or just a room. Anyway, Albus is comfortable here. He opened his robe and stretched out on the floor.

Owls scurrying through the air with messages and news remain beyond calm and silence. Gellert bursts into the room from the street to Albus and breaks the border of the cozy corner. He’s the only one Albus cares about right now. Albus’s expression on the face is calm, though. Gellert’s visit is not unexpected. It’s part of his plans, obviously. And everything else will wait.

If you look closely, you will notice a barely perceptible golden glow on the hair of Albus and Gellert. It is their common joy and unity. There is a playlist of three songs to this work.

1. America - The Border. There are a border, and endless distance, and running.

2. Celine Dion - My heart will go on. Wonderful song from “Titanik” is so good near this art.

3. Gary Hughes - Only true love lasts forever. It’s classic of grindeldore in every line.

It’s about a place where time does not exist and where a moment of joy lasts forever.

This is something that I want to emphasize and feel deeply between Albus and Gellert. I very often try to portray this feeling when I draw them to the best of my ability. Gellert, who doesn’t stop talking to Albus. Albus, who doesn’t stop holding out his hand in return.

Gellert may be worn out and shabby by life, degraded anywhere, but he gets out he smiles and he offers again and again. And Albus, no matter how hurt/wounded/wise/experienced/principled and intelligent he may be, does not take hold when he begins to feel Gellert in the flesh and extends his hand)))

Description

This is monochromic grindeldore)) Art has no colors; it’s a playing light and shadow. White owls with letters and papers in their paws flap their wings cutting through the downpour, their silhouettes are blurred by the flow of rain, wind and darkness.

The rain hits Gellert on the back and creates an uneven glowing outline of his silhouette. I really like Gellert in the rain, with wet hair and a staring flaming glance. He has a black tie on his chest or it’s just the darkness between the light lapels of his coat. He, of course, is full of energy, wounds up like a spring, as if the chaos around only charges him with energy and zeal. And he does not get tired to achieve his goal time and again. He’s holding Albus’s hand and presses himself against breast, and, of course, wants something.

Albus reclines on the carpet. He lightly strokes the hand gripping his wrist and closes his eyelids, and his head tilt is rather reserved. The space of light behind him, maybe it’s a magic shield, maybe it’s an illusion or just a room. Anyway, Albus is comfortable here. He opened his robe and stretched out on the floor.

Owls scurrying through the air with messages and news remain beyond calm and silence. Gellert bursts into the room from the street to Albus and breaks the border of the cozy corner. He’s the only one Albus cares about right now. Albus’s expression on the face is calm, though. Gellert’s visit is not unexpected. It’s part of his plans, obviously. And everything else will wait.

If you look closely, you will notice a barely perceptible golden glow on the hair of Albus and Gellert. It is their common joy and unity. There is a playlist of three songs to this work.

1. America - The Border. There are a border, and endless distance, and running.

2. Celine Dion - My heart will go on. Wonderful song from “Titanik” is so good near this art.

3. Gary Hughes - Only true love lasts forever. It’s classic of grindeldore in every line.

It’s about a place where time does not exist and where a moment of joy lasts forever.

This is something that I want to emphasize and feel deeply between Albus and Gellert. I very often try to portray this feeling when I draw them to the best of my ability. Gellert, who doesn’t stop talking to Albus. Albus, who doesn’t stop holding out his hand in return.

Gellert may be worn out and shabby by life, degraded anywhere, but he gets out he smiles and he offers again and again. And Albus, no matter how hurt/wounded/wise/experienced/principled and intelligent he may be, does not take hold when he begins to feel Gellert in the flesh and extends his hand)))