60 × 75 cm
This painting will remind me of an adventure I will never forget:
I'm hiking in the mountains, unknown where. I keep going up, the sun's going down. I still want higher, it's getting dark when I come to a clearing. All around is a hole where I see a tiny world in the distance. Only from one side something extends beyond. It's a transmitter built on the highest hill in the area. My orintation seems to resurrect.
Night has fallen, the city is lighting up its burning paths with a smoky light. Lamps shine like stars, and sky shine with stars.
My phone breaks again, so not relying on a rescue ride from my family anymore, I go back down. I hitchhike along the road. Frankly, at 9 p.m. in those mountains with machine-gun-like looking painting equipment, I'm not surprised when cars even add to the speed. Luckily, after an hour, a car full of nice ladies stops. They lend me a phone, and everything's good again.