Escaping from the snow It happens when drawing a lengthy picture that you are lovingly taking care of it, worrying about not making any mistakes, and suddenly – snap: it becomes obvious that it has been just a warming up before swift sketches…
A little man in the snow was drawn on a scrap of paper with a torn corner… And he was running there but looked bad. Good that I hadn’t tossed it away. It evolved as a mono-poem.
(given away as a gift)
Before it snows. A chance for happiness in the black season