Gagik

We vacationed in Abkhazia in the summer. There was a cafe there near the border, I never noticed it. And one day we, tired from a hectic holiday, were walking from Adler to our hotel and my husband began to read the inscription of the owner of this cafe. More precisely, a cry from the soul.

We laughed and walked past. For two days I remembered this and I increasingly had the desire to paint this picture on the list of top things to do when I get home. I reproduced the cry of the soul on the chalk board, down to the font and size of the lines. For ease of reading, I photographed a fragment, I hope you enjoy it too.