View from my window

Of the big sycamore and other lesser terrestrial stuff.

Why was I trying to paint a nice picture when my inner voice was screaming out to me, Stop telling lies, Peter!

So, I decided to tell the truth, the beautiful truth, that this is really what I see at the moment, when I look out of the window: the long cold winter months ahead, the short days, the long nights, death, sleep, hibernation…

Oil on canvas, 16 x 11″, Nov 23 2020

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