Comares / End of the Journey, "Andalusia" series Painting

Lots of my emotions in this picture ... First of all - I don't paint much oil on canvas, let alone landscapes. But this and some other frames from my solo trip to Andalusia are inprinted so hard in my head, that I can still see them when I close my eyes. The trip was solo, so I spent a week alone in a large house with a patio with a swimming pool, driving through the mountains in my car, exploring empty places in the pandemic. It was this beautiful void that struck me in Comares - a small, medieval (I think) town located in the hills of Andalusia. I kept thinking - if we are not there, it would still be here. There will be the tree on that patio and that blinding Andalusian sky. Plus an exciting painting process. I don't paint much oil on canvas; but I dove into the unknown with vacancy and curiosity in my head. This is the time when neuritis hurts a lot and I can't find a place for myself, so the first stages are disturbing shots. In the last phase, my anaesthesiologist manages to set my painkillers well and the pain that I have been fighting for 3 weeks disappears - suddenly what looked like an apocalyptic end of the world has become the end of the journey, an oasis where you can breathe. Lots of emotions - a new dimension of painting for me, although I know that thousands have experienced it before me. It is something like love or the birth of a child - we know that millions of people have already experienced it, which does not change the fact that for us it is a completely unique experience. Enjoy - I hope you will find something for yourself despite the lacks in workshop.