Pictures: " Seagulls flying wing"

The author's miniature was written by me with a palette knife. A difficult task in a small space, only 9/10 cm, is to try to convey the atmosphere, mood, your impression as on a large canvas. and even with a palette knife.. But the desire does not stop. Sea.. My true love. And my father's element.And the artist..and the submariner. Even though you come to the same shore every day, but every day it will be different.And the words of R. Rozhdestvensky come to mind
The wind.
And a seagull flying wing.
A lie for salvation.
The truth is evil.
Strange rustling reeds.
The abyss of desires
above the abyss of the soul.
A long rollback of a rustling wave.
Ringing
deafening silence.
Tenacity of the roots
and the movement of boulders.
Neighing of horses.
And the silence of the fish.
Sail,
which whistles, tilting...
Lord,
how much is mixed in us!

Give joy to yourself and your family!