Since my childhood I love winter. But only one, with snow and below the snow definitely creaked in the cold. In the city where I was born, he dropped out after only several hours. Then the snow just turned into slush. And I imagined that I live in a small house in the woods, go out for firewood and flood the stove. Outside, the frost, and the house is warm and cozy. This picture from time to time surfaced in my mind.
Time passed and I began to try to write different variants of a winter landscape. Was successful, was not very. But in my head the idea is ripe: "we Need to do large, large-scale painting". Gradually the picture formed in a single unit. I started ... and the result was a work with which I am very happy.
Location of the painting