Fountain in Braga 2

Alt text: Silver outline of a fountain on a textured red and violet background with a central white shape

Detailed description:

Leidari Dey

Fountain in Braga 2.

Acrylic paint and markers on canvas (stretched on stretcher bars, unframed).

30×40 cm, vertical.

Style: Abstract with architectural elements.

The background of the painting is composed of layered brushstrokes in deep red, magenta, and violet tones. The paint is applied in broad uneven strokes, creating a textured surface with visible variations in color density.

Across the upper part of the canvas run several curved lines of small white triangular flags, outlined in silver, forming decorative garland-like strands.

Silver linear outlines across the center of the painting describe the structure of a fountain with a central basin and a smaller tier above it. The lines are fluid and continuous, forming simplified architectural contours.

A large, irregular white shape occupies the center of the composition, partially overlapping the fountain structure and extending horizontally across the canvas.

Curved white lines and circular spiral patterns appear in the lower right area, suggesting the movement of water.

On the left side, a vertical white contour forms the shape of another partly visible abstract statue.

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.