November 2022
50 × 35 cm
Oil
Canvas
landscape
impressionic
I paint as the snow falls, the first time of this season. It's still falling, sky turns dark for a second, brightens for another one, and dark again, again, again. Snow falls, hail falls, snow again, then not even a single flake...
Temperatures began to rise above freezing point. And by the time I wanted to take the photo of the pimal product in its native environment, it was hardly the same. People passing by searched in disbelief for where I'd got the snow from.
The first snow may have melted, but the canvas will stay.
