не успел и след простыть подбросивших нас китайцев, как нарисовались монахи и, показывая ужасные лица, мол, съедят вас, увезли нас вниз. "демоны," - подумали мы. "волки," - подсказывает интернет.
"When I was in Tibet, I spent a lot of my time lying down in the grass, as I suffered from acute mountain sickness. As I lay there gasping for air, a delightful picture revealed itself before me: a couple of young, spry Tibetan girls racing about the countryside with their herd of yaks. These Tibetan girls reminded me of 'Feitian', the flying Devi, when they are still earthly beings. The fairy tale relationship between man and yak came to life right before my eyes. In my series of paintings on the Tibetan plateau, I try to convey the unique psychological journey I experienced during this time. Similarly, these feelings surfaced through long periods of "observing and reflecting"."
