Personal exhibition of Ani Acorn "After the Winter"

On the day when hundreds of men rave, absolutely everything is in their hands with cellophane bags in which there are bundles of newspapers containing, as always, daffodils, tulips or a feeble mimosa branch or shining through cheap but huge boxes of chocolates; when unfaithful wives receive signs of attention from lovers, while husbands carried away by fishing come off on the ice; when children bring mothers from school crafts from plasticine, cardboard and clay; when there are big discounts on linen bazaars; when they still don’t go to summer cottages, but everyone wants to, on such a day (when they don’t visit cemeteries), it’s March 8th.