The story of the mists. One is the morning mist in the forest. The second is fog in the mountains. The works are made in watercolor.
The mists are slowly coming back into my life. More and more greenery. The first flowers in the garden are tulips. The photos were taken at the same time. But it affects the angle and location relative to the sun . And when it began to rain, the tulips closed their buds.
I've been sick for the last week. A simple cold. And when the usual rhythm of life stops, I begin to analyze it)) Do I really want to work like this, is it worth changing the direction of development.. Whether it is necessary to radically change the activity. Or small improvements are enough. To be honest, I haven't figured out what's best for me yet. The fog cleared, but there was no more clarity.
