Original artwork description:

This story is about a memory. I remember how as a child I had such a great desire to give my mother a bouquet of flowers on March 8th. But, what kind of flowers, where could a child take flowers in the village, in the distant seventies? And so I wanted! And so I go with my friends to look for a willow. We find it, carefully tear it, trying not to lose a single fluffy lump. I bring these cold twigs home, put them in a jar, look at these yellowish, tender, fresh-smelling lumps, lit by the sun, and smile with happiness.

The painting is signed on the front side and also signed on the back side.
The work is done on a stretcher, gallery stretch, painted edges, can be hung without a frame.
Modern work is done with quality materials, no defects.
The painting comes with a Certificate of Authenticity.

Materials used:

oil

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