© Copyright Valentina Battler. All rights reserved
Paintings are accompanied by the author's poems. Translated into English by Andrey Kneller
Painting on Xuan paper, mixed media, 110 x 68 cm, 2011
In evening glitter of the masquerade,
I couldn't find an outfit, I'm afraid.
The masks, the costumes, every single move,
Appeared to me too perfect and too smooth.
I stood bewildered as this human shawl
Of masquerade completely hid the soul.
But suddenly, —she danced to the guitar—
A youthful beauty from somewhere afar.
All raised a racket, suddenly recharged,
Got shuffled, and began their solemn march,
But masks, like hounds, noses in the air,
Will never trap this beauty in a snare.