Original artwork description:

trees blossomed on the slopes of the mountains. Wise people see a deep meaning in short-term flowering: beauty is possible only against the background of its transience, a flowering tree seems especially beautiful when you realize that in a couple of days the petals of delicate flowers will fly around from a light breeze - and the next miracle will have to wait a whole year ...
Spring again.. The cycle is closed, time goes by and years fly by like cherry petals. How much has been experienced, and the tree still blooms in the spring.
A middle-aged man thought about life and death and does not hold back his emotions alone with nature, seeing how perfect and always invariably beautiful in her eternal changes of the seasons and how vain, petty and vicious the world of people is. Hiding your pain behind a mask, there is no need to hide it anymore when you come to your special place where the tree blossoms. Its fragile perfection touches the soul and soothes a broken heart, although reflections under the tree rush like clouds in the mountains, light and dark alternate. is mixed up and no longer understand - is it a delight from the divine beauty, or is it an attack of bitter despair from the burden of the worldly

Materials used:

oil