Death leaves traces, After freezing time and space, Nothing is lost, Everything is transformed, Creation is a child, Born of Life and Destruction. So, don't get cold, The springtime is in our hands.
French : La mort laisse des traces Après avoir figé temps et espace, Rien ne se perd, Tout est là, tout se transforme, La création est un enfant, Né de la Vie et de la Destruction, Alors, n'attrappe pas froid, Le printemps est dans nos mains.
This deviation has a rather unique view and an extreme vision behind it. The pale backdrop with the vibrant colors make the picture ultimately pop and stand out. Paired with the poem, the artist has a put a clear purpose as well as a clear "picture" so to speak. Texture also makes this an interesting piece. The swirly mist and sky as well as the tree bark and patterns on the ribbons seem to mix together and draw the eye all around the picture. All in all, the picture has a wonderful concept in all and a complete new vision to it.
At first glance you see the very surface theme of this painting, children playing around a tree in the cooler months of fall. The bright colors with the muted sky and mists with the playful characters make this fun and festive. However, if you look closer, the broken brush strokes and the other elements of the picture, black cats, murder of crows, scarves and hats with our their children, gives this painting a darker feel. What happened to the other kids? Good use of color and strokes, composition is nice, your eye doesn't stray and get left behind. Good work.