Through the window

Description of the picture

s it always better when the weather is fine?
One flower on the orchid has withered;a stem on a nearby plant, once concealed, now stands exposed; the cracks in the wooden window sill await their annual sealing before winter. In an old building opposite, a man gazes out from his window, lost in thought with a cigarette.

Yet, is this scene bleak or sad? To me, a dried blossom holds no less beauty than one just plucked. I prefer to paint the facades of Stalinist blocks, Khrushchyov-era apartments, weathered country houses and rustic dachas, rather than gleaming new residential towers. For when a touch of melancholy is illuminated by a gentle sun, it turns from mere gloom into a kind of poetry.