This work was made from a photograph that was kept in my archive for several years. And for a long time I asked for a canvas.
It was taken in an old park. Somewhere in the very depths of this park there is an old, dilapidated building. Time and weather have not been kind to him, the stones and the mortar that holds them together are falling apart. The building collapses and dies.
But young grapes grow next to it. How he got here is not known. But it stretches upwards, towards the sun, towards the light, firmly clinging with its branches to the collapsing wall. Its leaves are bright and cheerful. They turned pink, red under the gentle September sun.
This is how it always happens in life. Something grows old, dies. And something is born, grows. Contrasts in life. This idea came to me when I looked at the photo and remembered the real landscape, which forever remained in my memory.