Blue jug was waiting to be painted, so to say. Forgotten on a shelf in the garden shed, even don’t remember who brought it there. I came by, with some flowers from the garden, as a ray of light uncovered its blue color. One of those moments when a painting is born. Or almost born. For then comes painting. Getting frustrating when the picture in the memory or in the subconsciousness waits to be transferred on the canvas, jet the painting proceeds slowly. This time I even had to wait a certain amount of time, just wasn’t able to proceed in the right direction. Done some studies, thinking for a certain amount of time about the colors, even at some distant places. And then the idea came. I was able to finish this still life just the way I’ve intended to. It is a small oil painting on linen, but I am more than confident about it. Blu jug and colorful flowers, a reminiscence of the abundance of late summer with its warm colors and the feeling, that fall is coming soon.
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