Requiem for our mortality

When I was talking to her I realized, how short are lives are to hers. Our loves, our thoughts, all the problems we have are so small. She were there when we were born, and will be the same after we've died. He held her children for so long, and seen them dying so many times. How could we possibly understand her, who never says a word, but listen every sound of the river for centuries.

oil and charcoal on canvas
150x100 cm