Opis
The old pine tree, once aspiring and cheerful, lay defeated. Time and the storm, having united, broke her resistance, leaving only a massive trunk stretched out on the ground. The roots that had once held her tightly were now sticking helplessly in the air, as if trying to grab hold of her slipping life. And it seemed that this pine a silent witness to the changing seasons and human destinies, whispering to young trees stories about distant times, about storms and calms, about life and death, about the eternal cycle of nature. The artwork is on oil-primed canvas, stretched on wooden bars. It has a wire on the back to be displayed even with no frame.
