35 × 40 cm
"A shadow gate opened and by a shadow brush unlocked, who enters will be knock out with a branch, be the one or be the other, I paint it all with a wonder." - reminded me of one czech rhyme from childhood so I add a slight upgrade.But inexorably the shadows, like some rambling neighbors, turned away from each other. So the gate was no longer.
When I noticed it, I felt like everywhere around me were clock dials. From the tree centers went minute hands and were spinning all around the trunks untill the sun decided otherwise... Strangely interesting experience.