May 2022
20 × 25 cm
Oil
Wood
landscape
impressionic
I waded through that "flock" of yellow dandelions all the time, but never done anything more than just some little sketches.
Finished flowering - I finally made time for them one morning.
A thin but powerful ray passed through the trees and sprawled across the yet so sad blue fluffy pompons and lighted them up like light bulbs.
All this was beautiful and the work was going well, but then the phone rang and the bad news I got, dragged me away from my (real) dream. When I ran back everything was already gone as well as my presence, which seemed not to return back to the easel, but got lost in my thoughts.
It's amazing how paintings can sense feelings.
