On a late spring evening, against a blue sky, an old sycamore tree pulls its branches upwards.
They look like huge fingers disfigured by arthritis. This old giant looks like awaking from its winter sleep.
And from its fingers-branches, new shoots are reaching up to the sky, on which leaves are just beginning to bloom.
It looks as if the older generation gives its strength to the new one to continue in it.
The painting can be hung on the wall without a frame, the image goes on the ends.
They look like huge fingers disfigured by arthritis. This old giant looks like awaking from its winter sleep.
And from its fingers-branches, new shoots are reaching up to the sky, on which leaves are just beginning to bloom.
It looks as if the older generation gives its strength to the new one to continue in it.
The painting can be hung on the wall without a frame, the image goes on the ends.