Where what was
There was a dream, when I was little. Near the river on the right, That's flowing behind the trees and on the left up the hill, old, abandoned and in decay mansion. In the middle these little narrow plains. There was always mid of summer's evening sun shining, the lighting so warm and filling. There would be an older pretty ladys drinking tea, with fancy hats that matched their clothes. Some would wear big decorated dresses and one would always be in suit. Having cheeky fights and trowing cakes. They were always talking nice and soft, but when they would talk together, I didn't understand a thing. The dream would start on gravel road leading to the plain. I would run around, then walk up to one of them and nicely sit by the table. Of course with invitation. Shoving cake in my face and have a Little talk. And out of nowhere a green and tall labyrinth would emerge, to direction of trees in front, but when I decide to step in and am really close, the dream always ends.For this painting I chose sky, that's at the moment of a second where sun is already at it's set. Cuz dream ended, and tea table, while hiding in shadows and making it's exit. Perhaps to the mansion... Every time I manage a rare chance to come to this place, am hit with nostalgia, feeling so strong like hit with the shovel. And not of memories tight with going past it for a swim, but of those of those dreams. Am still convinced that there must be a magic labyrinth or at least there was, long long time ago.Apr 8, 2026
#traditional
#fantasy
#nature
#memory
#dream
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