Acrylic on canvas
Do you ever have the impression that the trees are keeping an eye on you? I have. And most frequently, I search for the “culprit” who is staring at me.
And as soon as I arrived in the glade on Rujno, I started staring at this oak. I noticed its originality and solidity right once. With the help of its branches, its canopy captured fragments of the sky, which it then used to ornament itself like a pearl.
I felt compelled to bow to him, just as the dry grass had done. He didn’t, however, ask anyone for a favor. He was there to represent my character and courage. And to send me a signal to yell, “What are you staring at?” to everyone. Take a look within.
It’s crucial to come across such a tree in life.
Furthermore, going there is crucial. THERE. (Text taken from the artwork).
