BIRDS SINGING
2005 Glass, oil, 50х40
Once I woke up at the dawn on the highness of 1200 km over sea level in the old hunter shelter, built by Czechs more than 100 years before.
Coming to the yard I felt a moment that is remembered throughout the whole life
Very high trees, murmur of leaves, clear cool morning air, mountain ranges, where only the glance is reached, delightful feeling, when you can’t see how deeply the slope is ending where you stay right now, density of crowns, dark scaring shades. And everywhere is rampageous birds singing!!!