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The Legend of Kyz-Kuyoo
by Seidana Akunova
Oil and aerosol on handmade rice paper | 76 × 55 cm | 2025
In ancient times, when the mountains still held the memory of the first batyrs, a beautiful woman named Aybike lived in a wealthy village. Skilled in horsemanship and deeply in love with a poor but courageous horseman named Bolot, she faced a fate decided without her: her father had promised her hand to an old, wealthy manap from a neighboring clan. On the wedding day, the lovers fled into the mountains under cover of night. By morning, warriors were in pursuit. Cornered in a narrow gorge at the edge of a sheer cliff, with captivity behind them and emptiness ahead, they clasped hands and chose freedom.
The mountains shook with grief. And in that instant, the two bodies turned into two inseparable rocks, facing each other for eternity.
From a girl's perspective: "I've known my destiny since childhood. A daughter is a gift, but not to oneself. A daughter is a promise, a bargain, a payment for family honor. When my father decided to marry me to a manap, no one asked my opinion, and it didn't matter. Then I went against my father. Not wanting to be an unconditional shadow, knowing there was no place for our love, I decided to run away with my lover. We were overtaken. Holding hands, I felt the wind rush between the rocks as we stepped into the void. My quiet disagreement echoed in the voices of other women, those who no longer want to fall. Those who choose to fly."
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The Legend of Kyz-Kuyoo
by Seidana Akunova
Oil and aerosol on handmade rice paper | 76 × 55 cm | 2025
In ancient times, when the mountains still held the memory of the first batyrs, a beautiful woman named Aybike lived in a wealthy village. Skilled in horsemanship and deeply in love with a poor but courageous horseman named Bolot, she faced a fate decided without her: her father had promised her hand to an old, wealthy manap from a neighboring clan. On the wedding day, the lovers fled into the mountains under cover of night. By morning, warriors were in pursuit. Cornered in a narrow gorge at the edge of a sheer cliff, with captivity behind them and emptiness ahead, they clasped hands and chose freedom.
The mountains shook with grief. And in that instant, the two bodies turned into two inseparable rocks, facing each other for eternity.
From a girl's perspective: "I've known my destiny since childhood. A daughter is a gift, but not to oneself. A daughter is a promise, a bargain, a payment for family honor. When my father decided to marry me to a manap, no one asked my opinion, and it didn't matter. Then I went against my father. Not wanting to be an unconditional shadow, knowing there was no place for our love, I decided to run away with my lover. We were overtaken. Holding hands, I felt the wind rush between the rocks as we stepped into the void. My quiet disagreement echoed in the voices of other women, those who no longer want to fall. Those who choose to fly."
Payment in instalments is possible, choose Klarna at checkout
Ships within 10 business days from purchase unless otherwise communicated
The painting is delivered rolled in a tube
No framing or stretcher bars included
including authenticity certification and Artist’s signature