PRIVATE SPACE (better resolution)
ink, 65x50 cm

I tend to make kitsch and while I was drawing this picture I forgot to control myself.
It’s not a feeling of pity for the trees murmuring
Oh… poor trees like the close-cut nails.
Oh…there’s no bell in the spire.
Oh…a man can’t be independent from the others.
The trees are in blossom, there is a tulip between the weeds and you can wonder toward the horizon as far as the eye can reach.
Do not try to find logical meanings for the parts of the picture as I only wanted to express a feeling.