In Tuvey Janson’s book Mummy Troll and the Magical Winter, the animals ignite a fire. It marks the end of winter and endless night.
Fire burns, and unknown creatures fly over the bone, which have no names and live only in the dark, in winter, on the verge of transition between winter and spring. They have no place in the sunny light spring.
Also in this picture, I wanted to express this thought and emotion.
Autumn is a delicate beautiful line between the life of summer and the harsh dream of winter, and strange dragons woven from golden autumn leaves, without names, fly, stretch to the light of a candle.
Their existence is possible only on the line between two states.
There is doom, beauty and khandra at the same time in autumn.
Size: 50х60 см.
Оil on canvas