Striped flowers, deciduous under the breath of the wind. Yet still rich in color. The dying swan comes to mind. Many flowers will die from the gusts of wind, but nevertheless they still show their most beautiful, most vivid colors, as if to make the field a single blanket that bends to the “caress” of the wind. I stand helplessly watching and that dance of death takes over me.
Oil, Cold wax, Pastel
£1,239.72
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Striped flowers, deciduous under the breath of the wind. Yet still rich in color. The dying swan comes to mind. Many flowers will die from the gusts of wind, but nevertheless they still show their most beautiful, most vivid colors, as if to make the field a single blanket that bends to the “caress” of the wind. I stand helplessly watching and that dance of death takes over me.
Oil, Cold wax, Pastel
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