Disconcerting picture! Hieratic.
The road is so narrow.The sky is parcelled out. Broken. Even the thin shadows are like bars.
Fortunately there is an interval between the grieving trees, a space, like a breath, a breath of air, of life.
Fortunately, the weather is sunny, perhaps a lot of wind slightly bends the trees; Wind, movement, hope,life...
Fortunately, the fragmented mountains in the distance are blue like the patch of sky on the upper left, in which the brushstrokes look like nose cones...Elevations, elevation of soul.
The painter here reaches the transcendence and simply conveys a highly expressionist feeling.
Shattering.
I've been struck by how somber this one is compared to your others with the flat sky, the stark, obtuse shadows and the lone, unbearably dark cypress. That, together with your absence these last days, has me a little concerned. I've come to really love your daily paintings which have become a part of my daily life. I hope all is well.
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