My dear you feel like a déjà vu....

Still we are surrounded by a white world. 5 o'clock, icy pale blue light. The whiteness is holding back the darkness, for a while. Free afternnoon hours to sketch and paint. Listening to Misia, Roby Lakatos and Tracy Chapman. Barely another sound.

Above,  a collage of pieces I'm working on.

And another painting has been finished.
My dear you feel like a déjà vu (but I love you)     acryl on canvas   40x40 cm