Yellow flowers

We lived in the suburbs of St. Petersburg. The road from the house to the subway went through a field of yellow flowers blooming in autumn. Every day I rode a scooter along a narrow asphalt path, pushed through bushes and, of course, stopped to collect a bouquet and then draw it in my workshop. This still life is filled with the sunny brightness of wildflowers, the energy of movement and the feeling of the aroma of ripe apples.
The work is painted in oil on canvas. Since the size is large, it will be transferred to the delivery rolled up. If necessary, I can send it stretched on a stretcher.