The solar wind from the bottom of dysphoria

The presented picture is the result of a powerful impromptu. This joyful summer landscape was painted in the difficult, gloomy time of the end of November, in a remote village. There, far from civilization, among the dense forests inhabited by wild animals, the author lived completely alone. And once, at night, he was visited and completely swallowed by a serious condition - dysphoria.The darkness and hopelessness were so deep that the author was even frightened. To draw, you had to quickly write, without knowing what. And this landscape appeared. He had to survive. The landscape is mesmerizing, catching and holding attention for a long time. The tranquility and peace of mid-July stretch through flowering meadows to the horizon. Clouds of clouds portend a refreshing rain. Eternal silence and eternal joy reign in the world of pristine nature.