Solitude Painting

This landscapes with rainbow plants and sofas always watch my solitude. This plant was bought by my mother when I was 13, so it is still growing in my mother's house. I was reading "Note from the basement" of Dostoevsky's novel in 1864. At that time I was very distressed and obsessed with how easily I could empathize with something like this story. I secretly enjoyed being the main character of the novel on purpose, but the twisty-shaped plants in the living room made me feel good. Now, when I paint, I quickly make fun of my brushes to get rid of the noise, but 10 years ago I drew the brush while dragging it on the surface of the canvas. In painting this picture, I tried to try my favorite Matisse's planarity and Impressionist painters dealing with light-handling techniques. I tried very passively experimenting with the plane and the depth with a still life in the space facing me. I hope to see it from the standpoint of existentialism.