The city always lives its own busy life, it is a single organism in which the destinies of thousands of people, millions of sounds and color shades merge. The city pulsates in a certain rhythm, now accelerating, then slowing down, and the day, turning into twilight, draws its geometry in the urban space. These feelings possessed me when I painted this picture.
The canvas is stretched on a wooden stretcher, the ends of the picture are painted with gold paint around the perimeter.
The canvas is stretched on a wooden stretcher, the ends of the picture are painted with gold paint around the perimeter.