Fountain in Braga

Alt text: Black fountain silhouettes against a background of vibrant pink, purple, and red vertical drips

Detailed description:

Leidari Dey

Fountain in Braga.

Acrylic on canvas (stretched on stretcher bars, unframed).

30×40 cm, vertical.

Style: Abstract with architectural elements.

The painting is dominated by a background of vertical paint drips in pink, magenta, purple, red, and white tones descending from the top of the canvas.

In the foreground, large black silhouettes form the structure of a fountain. The shapes are solid and opaque, with smooth, curved edges and layered contours.

Near the center rises a tall vertical element with a rounded bowl-like form at the top. On the left side, a smaller pedestal-like structure supports a vase-shaped form.

Silver lines outline parts of the fountain’s edges and rims, emphasizing the contours of the basins and architectural details.

Several curved horizontal shapes extend across the lower part of the composition, suggesting the layered basins of the fountain.

In the lower-right area, circular, spiral-like patterns in dark purple and pink appear on the background, forming concentric rings.

He drew on the ceiling, on the walls — white monkeys, yellow fish, red parrots, blue whales. While you’re drawing, you don’t remember what hurts, how it hurts, and most importantly — whose pain it is. And what it all means, you don’t remember either. You just draw and draw, and it’s both a cure and a prayer — just in case, well, what if? He would stop, sob, wipe his face with the sleeve of an old paint-stained sweater, and continue drawing — one yellow fish, a second, a third. And stars, let there be stars, she loves stars so much. And a pink cow, and jellyfish, and fluffy lions. And a railroad, and train cars — let them all go somewhere, anywhere. There must be a way to go, right?

When his wife called, he was sleeping right on the floor, on the cold linoleum. She said the lab results were good. She said the tickets were good, first class, a discount. She said, we are coming home — wait, wait, wait.