

Outside the window the snow is lazily swirling, the frost is drawing patterns on the glass.🙈 The house is warm, the soft candlelight plays with shadows, and there is a smell of cinnamon nearby. And I think about what to paint me, and I do it with pleasure when I get an idea😃
Each brush stroke seems to reflect her mood: then light, then дерзкий☺️ Maybe I'm painting a landscape, or maybe I'm painting dreams that I want to keep. Wouldn't you like a glimpse into my world? 😉