Abstract painting Peaks Modern art Contemporary art Print

Mountain landscape. The mood is playful with a touch of melancholy and hopelessness. I draw tasks for the near future in my head. There are clear and there are abstract, and there are ghostly plans of ideas and aspirations. There is no planning here. So many times in my life not only plans, but also worlds collapsed, that now I have given up. There are dreams, there are tasks, you don't have to be so serious to save your life. Another question, is why, I don't understand. I have a dog, he is my home, he is my abode. While painting this picture, I saw four of my "peaks". I would like to reach out, walk on a gentle slope. To make it as simple and pleasant, warm and joyful as stepping your fingers along the curves of the body and climbing the hill of the chest. I want lightness and playfulness, I want to see life like this, I'm tired of drama. I seem to be one of those lucky ones who had drama before they were even born. And tragedy like a fly on a hot day, chasing my sticky horizons. And the clouds are playing with me. Now I find the dark playful, sly. I count clouds like sheep. There is a sun that has ceased to warm and break through the black clouds and immediately became an object of luxury. It is distant and rare and empty. It gives color, I could be content with that. Just color.