About the painting
The path is going through the forest. It is getting dark. I am walking slowly and listening to the sounds of nature. Somewhere branches are cracking – a frightened rabbit is making a break for it. My heart is blenching. The fear is like a rabbit – it flees and only ears are left. I hear my heart beating. How many secrets there are in the air, so many puzzles left around, and how many things people do not see, only the path is enlighten. I am going towards the sun while struggling through the evening shadows. I stop at the edge of the wood and I see that the evening door is open and my heart is flicking because of happiness and joy. I am breathing slowly, not moving – the wind is flattering a tree branch and softly brushing my hair. I feel that the sun is setting stealing the secret of the day.