One of the many “plotless” works of Layton with an oriental flavor. A thin stream of water flows from the source. Until the jugs are filled a whole life will pass. Or perhaps countless lives.
Dreams in reality By the end of the 19th century, Layton’s work began to appear monotonous, and his canvases became outdated in their clarity and perfection. The era, the expression of which was the artist, irretrievably left in the past. Everything that had recently caused delight, plunged into oblivion, turned pale and crumbled before our eyes, like a dilapidated cloth. But with something Leyton managed to “catch hold of” the heart of the twentieth century in the grating gear.
And a little later, the completeness of his paintings already looked ambiguous, and the distinctiveness – unsteady, intangible. Every work of Layton is a beautiful, almost tangible dream. But one has only to lend a hand, squint the eye, and the dream becomes a ghost. It disappears, dissolves, leaving only an unattainable, mocking dream of an ideal.
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