Normally; first there is my painting …
… and then Mother Earth imitates me with a pale shadow of my created treasures.
That’s how it happens all the time!
Being a painter is a case of self-confidence, isn’t it?
But then, somewhere in Spain, Mother Nature has been ahead of me.
I created the painting named ‘September’ a long time ago, in the year 2001.
And 8 years later I saw some amazing pictures of a couple of trees in Madrid. I couldn’t deny that these trees must have started their lives long, long before the canvas of my painting was even woven …
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