Picture: The Smell Of The Sun

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 Fragrance of the sun")

The picture is made with pastel pencils according to the sketch color 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.