July 2022
23 × 32 cm
Oil
Wood
landscape
impressionic
We lost our connection, me and That painting. The bond we were building was messed up just before the end of painting. I am still sorry, but it gave me so much rarer experiences for upcoming times.
It's been a while since I painted it. I was hoping we could find our way back to each other again...
I'm writing from the car now. We're heading to the same place, and I'm thinking that I finally have a chance to prove that, despite all the resistance, That is important for me and that's why I'm going to try to breathe in its well-deserved impression with the whole new fresh start.
I believe it's worth the try.
