Weightlessness of Stone Memory

Falling stone balls. A picture with incredible energy. When I wrote these balls, I was not going to make them stone, they turned out to be like that. Some are imprisoned and do not go out, do not go, they will always be held captive. Others fly as if they were not stones, but balloons. These balls are pleasant to the touch (not on canvas, but in the eyes); some are smooth; they look like soft donuts with a dent, as if the sea surf had been polishing them for years. They say that stones are the custodians of information.
They remember what was around, and people can get this information. This ability is unfortunately lost, but I still believe in it. Our memory is like these stones: we forget something and it disappears from our head or wanders somewhere in limbo and something sits firmly and cannot be reached by any pliers and hypnosis. We have the right to remember the best moments and forget the crappy. But stones remember everything …