Need to put some birds in the frame. Feels not right without. And it’s missing a bit of a tint, don’t you think?
Far, far away there is a big city. I can hear it from here.I know there are people, thousands of them, maybe a million. I know there is a party going on. I want to go there. I can hear them laughing and chattering. French, English. Lots of words I don’t understand from the distance. From the safety of my place. There is a storm coming. I can feal it vibrating the air, down to the bones. I fear the winds, they might blow too strong. I am not ready. It’s too dangerous to leave my place, for now. Tomorrow I will go to them and join their party. For now I stay here and dance on my own.
The grass is brown, no leaves on the trees, winter still deep in the minds and faces of people – March has no real highlights for a painter looking for motivs. Maybe except this old tree in the Höhenpark Killesberg Stuttgart. So I spent one of the first nicer Weekends 2017 under it’s branches.