I like to paint people, but even more, I adore painting flowers. They delight us from early spring to late autumn. Somehow, under my window, a rose bloomed in December, can you imagine? I loved to watch the first snow falling on the crimson buds in flakes. Isn't that magic?
And how does nature wake up in spring after a long hibernation? Magic, not otherwise! So writing flowers in spring is almost a tradition. In this picture, I placed the bouquet on the windowsill. So the work was light and airy. I like. And you?
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