Friday, December 10, 2010

A view from last winter

On such seasons when the leafless branches allow for the lucid view of the horizon, all that you can see is the sky. A little ball of fire, thrown from behind the mason's monsters, climbing the cloud-creepers, invading the silence of the white lands, until it has pierced your soul. 

Image: pencil and pastel on paper, by self, a view of the morning sun in snow clad Budapest, painted on 17.12.2009.


ArijitPaul said...


Anonymous said...

your feeling has been picturised beautifully sanchita

Shiuli said...

Very nice sky colors!

Susmita said...

Thank you Arijit :)

Thanks ma :)

@Shiuli: thank you :)