Painting my dreams
It is winter. It is cold and windy outside. In fact I miss this beautiful, white snow that covers everything around just as a reminder of a different season. English winters are not exactly the same as Polish ones. I used to think I will be influenced to paint what I see straight away but it doesn't work like that. Well at least not in my case. I tend to paint what my subconscious tells me to at the right moment and I respond to it. A few days ago I woke up very early in the
