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.

4 comments:

ArijitPaul said...

lovely

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 :)