Summer Cranes

In summer they fly differently. Not saying goodbye - just going somewhere. Green, blue, red - this isnt sadness, its speed. Its air that smells of grass and warmth. Its a sky that will stay light for a long time yet.

I didnt depict cranes. I tried to catch that feeling when you look up in the middle of summer and something inside you suddenly gets very light. As if you could too. As if youre flying.

The white canvas is a summer sky. The green strokes are wings in motion. The red drops are joy that doesnt fit inside.

"Summer Cranes" is about the kind of freedom that only exists in summer. And about how much you want to hold onto it.

Acrylic on canvas. Original artwork.