Listening to the forest speak

This painting is a story about a few minutes spent in the middle of a pine forest in the South of Ukraine. There are dry needles and snow mixed underfoot. It’s a treasure to find red berries on a bush that looks like it’s been sleeping for ages. And this is just the epicenter of winter. Looking up at the sky, I see that it is covered by tall pine trees, which are sharply dissatisfied with the strong cold gusts of wind, but looking towards the estuary, a panorama of the crimson sunset opens up.