In the work "Red Tree" I depicted an almost lifeless crown empty of foliage. There was not a single leaf... Read More
In
the work "Red Tree" I depicted an almost lifeless crown empty of
foliage. There was not a single leaf left in it; old roots that have crawled
out to the surface of dry, dehydrated earth no longer find the strength to
nourish the tree with moisture, which supported its long life in it. The tree
screams, cries out for pain, and the bell ringing of its branches, echoing the
wind, speaks of a drama that he would like to tell people, and which, perhaps,
can still be prevented. His whole image is the embodiment of the tragedy of life
drying up in him and at the same time incredible stamina in spite of
everything. The curves of the dry, but still alive branches are like the body
language of older people - speaking without words with only their eyes at the
end of their days, when perhaps their last strength leaves them. It is not
known if the tree will have its next spring...