December 2023
65 × 70 cm
Oil
Canvas
landscape
Freezing cold white, I'm wandering the woods. "Where to?" I'm asked by veiled figures in white robes. "To you." My canvas glistens like an mirror made of ice, and the paint clings to it easily. After dark I leave my ghosts behind, but I carry their portraits on my canvas with me.
But the next morning, I find only traces of them sliding from the ice crust that melted...
