The old belief that everything in life is cyclical, recurring. And that when the carnival arrives, everything is renewed, destroyed and created at the same time. It is the justification of sin, flapping over the swamp without staining the wings. It explodes, it expands, one reaches ecstasy without going through the abyss. Time to be reborn, time for carnival.
Joy. Colorful, Freedom, Gay, Original Pastel, Abstract Figurative Pastel