December 2023
65 × 75 cm
Oil
Canvas
plants
impressionic
It was very difficult to paint the day before Christmas Eve. Every second the heavy snow covered freshly mixed colors on my palette and hid them under its white duvet. During the painting process I lost way too many paintbrushes, they ended up burried somewhere underneath the layers of snow as soon as I put them down.
In this old cut willow i feel living energy that flows through its curly branches as blood flows through the veins. Most snowflakes fell through the twigs, but once in a while some stayed on the tree. As the time was passing more and more snowflakes were on.'
I've finished the painting, but something was different. What? How? Now the willow was almost gone in the snow, but how didn't I realize before?
