I see old buildings, I sense their distinguished,subtle aroma fading away in the refreshing air, tender flowers and blossoms leaning down from tiny, slender balconies in an effort to touch me. A river whispering to me stories while dancing softly through the narrow canal, dancing careless through time.
I came to realize that all this beauty was merely a brief dream of another neighborhood, another reality, another vision from the past…
My first artwork made completely in Painter, trying out some brushes, adding some textures to the walls for making old, etc…hope you like it
