when I think of spring, first I feel tired, than overwhelmed with heat. and then suddenly it comes and there it is, life all around, young leaves, blossoms...
my terrace gives me all year long pleasure with ever changing colours of life
how to put it on paper, that life....?
camera is not enough flexible, watercolour is too weak, oil too strong, but if I leave it in my mind, there it is, forever in full strength
