Weird painting...In which each thing seems to tell a story.The gobelet,translucent like a glass,into which a flame(or a soul?)desperately tries to make a hole in the surface.Each plum, more than mere plums,but nearly flat screens, which tells the nocturnal story of a naval vessel in quest of an utopian El Dorado...But everything seems to be closed...As a self-contained world.As a shattered dream, symbolized by the broken leave,still tenderly green,which disappears into the devouring darkness.Inexorably.
Shakesperian still life.
Wow! If I could get hold of some of those plums maybe I could do a painting like this! Or maybe it's the type of brush you use, or, could you please tell me which colour blue it is?!! Maybe, this painting is brilliant because it's simply 'the touch of the master's hand'.
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