30 × 30 cm
It's my obsession. I was supposed to spend a day on the slopes, and while I was snowboarding, I thought only about many square compositions, color combinations, time and a place where I would stab my easel later. In the early evening, I returned to that spot. The entire time my brushes were sliding down, like a madman -BUT- the mountainous view with many wind farms disappearing on the horizont and the sunlit row of tall thin pines enthralled me so I was passionate about catching and chasing the brushes.
After I finished it I walked home through the woods in complete darkness and that reminded me of Scout camps from the past.