Original artwork description:

Brechland Not lit up in the morning because the days are now longer. The last person joins us, late not enough to be nervous but to even be grateful for that. The horizon is crushed by the blocks of supermarkets selling pieces of the world on colorful labels. We are not interested. Our thoughts wake up from strong morning tea, slowly. Steam made of ice on concrete is slowly rising, on which we walk. It will be the same tomorrow and the day after tomorrow but will there be anyone to wait for?...
A large figurative painting, clearly marked by brush movements in expressive madness. Ready to hang.

Materials used:

oil canvas

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