The wind tore off the already poorly held foliage from the trees

The wind tore off the already poorly held foliage from the trees, twisted it into streams and carried it away in an unknown direction. The park was completely covered with orange foliage, puddles left from the autumn rains gurgled underfoot, and leaves and intricately small ships plowed the expanses of oceans and seas. The smell of autumn was wafting from the earth and my lungs seemed to want to breathe in enough of it, inhaling this smell with my whole chest. This is the smell of already withered leaves, cold damp earth and a piercing wind. With every breath comes the understanding that winter will soon come, snow and frost will soon come. But while you are walking through the puddles, you watch how the leaves are circling both on the ground and in the sky and don’t worry about anything. The painting is painted with oil paints on canvas, the canvas is on a stretcher.

Oil, Canvas, 7 X 5 inches

Price: SOLD