Color of cinnabar
Self-portrait first sprinkled, and later drawn. Flowers, more memories, a flower dream. Anemones before the evening, lights. Flowers in a crystal vase, closed flashes of light can be seen on the glass. I tried to paint some flowers anonymously after my illness. Now, the Vistula from black things should be intertwined with something. From the smaller one, a big image was created and souls-flowers. Chords, painting étude. It belongs to the soul of flowers. Trees in the Gościeradz park. Black forest, trees, and the loud color of cinnabar, terribly cold.