Day 238 of Current Days: Time to say farewell to Snow
And so it is: I must part with this creaking contrast for many months to come. With the blinding cold. With trembling life.
For long months, I am tucking away the vivid blues and purples. Unless they are only to be used for the sky. Yet the sky will never reach such color intensity as a shadow cast on snow.
Either way, I ruined this painting. Again.
Fucked up Contemplations of Sunbeams in the Forest, 80×120 cm, oil on canvas, 2025
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