Sakura

The smell of the sun? What nonsense!
No, not nonsense.
In the sun the sounds and dreams
Aromas and flowers
All merged into a consonant choir,
All were interwoven in a pattern.
The sun smells of herbs,
Fresh Kupavna,
Awakened spring,
And resinous pine.
Pale svetlitchnyi,
Lily of the valley drunk,
What a triumphant flourish
In the acute smell of the earth.
The sun is shining rings,
The leaves are green,
Breathes the vernal singing of birds,
Breathing, laughing young faces.
And malwae all blind: You will be!
You do not see the gates of Paradise,
Is the sun the fragrance
Sweet clear only to us
Visible to birds and flowers!

(K. Balmont, "the smell of the sun").

Postcard from the collection "the smell of the sun",pastel on textured paper. Halftone colors change depending on lighting. Feature of pastels is that the ink mass is the individual pigment particles, reflected from which the light scatters in different directions, giving a special colorful layer luchistoi, velvety, specific "pastel" softness.