The dark times are gone, now the light comes creeping even in the lost corners. My soul lives up when the sun warms the garden. But I never forget to sympathise with the dark hours. They will come back and they have their own, fragile beauty. Daily Painting about darkness

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Ohne Titel, Aquarell auf Gesso, 24 x 14 cm

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