A sick, beautiful autumn.(artist Vladimir Tarasov)

The author's painting is based on the poems of Guillaume Apollinaire. The work, like the poems of the same name, is presented in a surreal style and is made in the technique of multi-layer oil painting on canvas on cardboard. High-quality artistic materials were used in the production of the painting.
A sick, beautiful autumn,
You will die when the winds whistle through the pines,
And will dress the snow cover
Bushes and trees of gardens.
Poor autumn.
Die in the midst of whiteness and in the midst of abundance
Snow and ripe fruit.
In the sky, high up,
The hawks are circling;
and the mermaids who never loved,
Silly, green-eyed ones,
Their piercing gaze is fixed.
In the groves of the distant
The deer trumpet. Oh, how I love your voices, autumn,
And the wind and the yellow leaves all around.
And the forest that has thrown off its solemn headdress,
Shedding tears-leaf by leaf.
They wander through the leaves.
The train departs.
Time is running out.
Life goes away.
(Guillaume Apollinaire)