July 29, 2015

Wild beach

I'm living on a vacation mode. There were time when i felt frustration of not painting periods, feeling that time is wasted without any progress, but after two weeks hiking trip to Swedish mountains, absolute calmness came. Even daily household routines became enjoyable. Mountains teach a lot. One of the main lessons- to value simple being, to live without fearfully counting minutes. There is no time in the mountains, just your heavy backpack and several thousand steps until next resting place.
I feel similarly with painting. There is no time, just several hundred paintbrush strokes, just colours going here and there, sometimes obeying, but usually not:) until you feel that it is finished.
Below is a quick sketch of my favorit place of childhood called 'wild beach'. Strange memory intersections meet here.

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