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The Burning Wish

Hoi An, Vietnam. Everly evening she is sacrificing money to her gods. Not real money though, but papers with print. It’s the thought that counts. Maybe the amount equals her lesser pay compared to men. Maybe it’s the sum she would like to receive in real money someday. Working hard, handling the restaurant, the laundry service. The night is warm and humid. Darkness closing in fast. Taxi cabs and tuk-tuks passing by. Maybe someday the gods will se her and her son. Reach out and let their magic wand touch her. But more likely, her hard work will pay off. Everybody creates their own future. As will she.

Av johanbergquist

There is art. There is color. There is paint. Or whatever. Basically it is about feelings. The strange movement whit in. No thoughts, no intellect, no theory. Just that instant moment when you know if you like. If you are intrigued. Moved. Touched. Or if you are indifferent.
Some of the pictures here are art. Some are just drawings. You will feel the difference. Or not. It's all up to you.
It's just pictures. But with any luck, some of them will give you a strange sense of magic.