"Into the interior"

I stretch quietly in the morning, I think, the Gestapo alarm clock did not speak, what a beautiful, calm morning greeted me. I look at my watch and suddenly the spurt, the phone went dead and electronic Hitler hadn't yelled at me since morning. I run to the young one and say:

- Oti, get up, you will soon be late for school, you have little time.

The young man dressed quickly, I squeezed juice for him for breakfast and he rode quickly to school on his bike.

I already calmly made myself a yerba and, in line with yesterday's decision, I started painting the mountains. The whole painting was finished, but something was biting my eyes and I washed everything away.

I took the other cloth, closed my eyes, and said to myself.

- Paint what you see now, remember it clearly and transfer it to the canvas.

When I closed my eyes, a wave of colors appeared, they danced among themselves and joined them delicately with threads, the view was amazing, joyful and unique. I haven't been able to recreate it, but something has been created like this. When I was painting it, my smile did not leave my face, it felt as if I was painting what is deep inside me.

"Into the interior"

Primed canvas, painted with acrylic. The picture is closed with a 0.5 cm painted frame. 60 x 60 cm.