Morning. Forest. Pine. Morning in a forest. Morning in a pine forest. OUTSIDE.
OUTSIDE. OUTSIDE.OUTSIDE.
Do we envy an artist’s talent? Do we envy this particular way of painting? So precise, so fine, so real, so sunny and so free. We had this picture in our hearts, in our school books, in the Gallery, on different kinds of Russian chocolate.
We all have written an essay about it and we all had seen, heard, made a lot of jokes about them. And we all love this chocolate. But what are we really feeling today?
Yes, it’s real and well painted. But the question is how much time has he spent for that? How much time was he staying in this forest for real? How many times did he go there? Every day, the whole day, the whole life. In the nature. Outside.
Is it just a picture? A simple picture, a great picture depicting a beautiful landscape that we are observing now with such envy? A sunny morning in a wonderful pure pine forest with happy free bears. And no one of a human kind. If is it our future, present? Not ours, apparently at all.
And if it was more than a landscape, more than a simple picture, more than a master- piece? If it was the artist’s prophesy?
Morning. Forest. Outside. The world without us.