
oil on wood, 8"x12"
I worked on another little painting today. I am not perfectly happy with it yet, so I uploaded the older version instead. The new painting is a continuum of the same idea.
I shall very much agree with those who argue that purpose of art shall not be found in its "conceptual meaning", like declaration of social injustice, gender issues, or yet another cutting edge concept. It is rather like a smell of earth, or listening to the Chopin, or a dawn... a memory...dusk...kiss...sound of a snow...wind...heartbeat...earth and blood... the life.