Oil on canvas panel 60x90 cm.
I started this painting two or three years ago, when I did winter landscapes. Then I was tired from snow, didnt want to finish it, didnt paint and many other things. Now I started again and… I owe it myself. I finish it. This absolutely romantisized winter of my childhood.This is winter which I love. (There is other winter which I hate, also, but I never will paint it.) This is not a nostalgia, this is romanticized memory.
I started this painting two or three years ago, when I did winter landscapes. Then I was tired from snow, didnt want to finish it, didnt paint and many other things. Now I started again and… I owe it myself. I finish it. This absolutely romantisized winter of my childhood.This is winter which I love. (There is other winter which I hate, also, but I never will paint it.) This is not a nostalgia, this is romanticized memory.