Painting from plein air. Some kind of objects walking outside the window, behind the curtains. They seem to be moving, as if they want to tell something and at the same time they are frozen in the moment. As if those curtains nearby begin the object’s journey, but also end it. It feels like if I close the curtains, everything will end. Maybe this interpretation was a little delayed, because at the moment of painting, I am only thinking about stopping the objects in the moment.

Oil on canvas.

70 cm x 90 cm