Picture: Rustic spring

The sun is warming to the seventh sweat,
And raging, stupefied, ravine.
Like a big cowgirl's job,
Business is boiling in the hands of spring.

Snow withers and is sick with anemia
In the branches of powerless blue veins.
But life is Smoking in a cow's shed,
And the teeth of the pitchfork are bursting with health.

These nights, these days and nights!
Fraction of drops by mid-day,
Roof icicles hodonice,
Brooks sleepless chatter!

Everything wide open, stables and cowshed.
Pigeons in the snow pecking oats,
And all the giver and culprit -
Smells like fresh air manure.

( B. Pasternak, " March")

The painting is made with pastel pencils based on the sketch gouache and colored ink on cotton textured paper . Halftone colors change depending on lighting. Pastel is on the verge between drawing and painting and requires very good lighting. Then the infinity of shades appears, the game of translucent layering.