Description
I painted this picture in the summer when I was at my grandmother’s house in the village on
etudes.
My grandmother is no longer there, we don’t own the house, the last time I was there it was 14
years ago.
It’s a summer memory of a carefree summer. The house seems to be buried in the trees. The trees create a protective cocoon for the house.
A little later the picture was framed and was in my collection for some time.
In 2022, during the shelling of the city of Kharkov by russian aviation, the painting fell from the wall in the corridor where I was hiding with my family.
The picture was not damaged, but on the frame on the back side formed a small crack, on the front side of the deformed corner, the upper right corner.
This defect is in the photo, both from the back and the front side.
Only the top right corner of the frame is affected.
At first I thought of replacing the frame, but then came the realization that it is already part of the history of this painting, its concept. The colors in the picture not much may vary from the original, It is depending on the computer screen






