Under the rustle of grass

This picture was born as a memory of the past summer in the eared grass under the whisper of the wind and the feeling of the approaching coolness.
The heat has retreated, but in the evenings you can still feel a slightly warm wind from the sea, it has not cooled down yet...
Seeing off the summer, you want so much, like in childhood, spent somewhere in the village, to lie down on a clearing in your "secret" secluded place, where small funny cannons have already ripened on the grass, tickling your face; the earth still holds the warmth after the midday sun, and the ears of corn are swayed by the cooling air. Peace and tranquility: migratory birds fly south, crickets still sing their summer song, the sun sets earlier...
I think my painting immerses you in this tranquility with the most comfortable temperature, a gentle wind in your hair, surrounded by whispering grasses and blue huge mountains, the noise and bustle remain far, far away, and you are there. Where the soul is good
Oil painting on canvas stretched on a frame. Not framed yet. But at the buyers request, I will select a worthy frame for the painting.
Shipping across Russia in any way convenient for the buyer. At the buyers expense.