We would like to present hand painted oil on canvas painting (recreation) of Afremov's artwork mentioned in the title. This art piece made by Leonid Afremov Studio with the same amount of soul and emotion just like the first original painting. The piece is created with oil paint on artistic canvas using Afremov's unique technique of a palette knife. The artwork has a lot of texture, you can feel the strokes by touching this painting. By purchasing on our site, you are buying directly from Leonid Afremov Studio. We guarantee your satisfaction and the best customer experience.
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about this painting:
The night of abstraction
Time for gathering stones and reflections
Have you ever thought about the sense of our life? Just follow these simple outlines, and decide, whether they are true for you, or not.
· Night is the best time for reflections, when you are wrapped in a warm blanket, listening to the night birds and other sounds, surrounding you.
· This is time, when you are feeling a bit forsaken, because the majority of people is sleeping, and lonely passers-by make you wonder what are they doing in the street.
· Night is a very ambiguous part of the day; while someone is hoping to get some inspiration for creative artworks, others are waiting for something mysterious and supernatural.
· Everything is completely different at dawn; special play of street lamps light and shadows and your imagination can present you unreal silhouettes.
If you are inspired by such fight of dusk and light, this wall art will make you amused by colors and pensive about the message they imply.
The lonely hour
Imagine, you are sitting on a balcony, or in an armchair near the window, and trying not to fall asleep. Or, maybe, you need to find something comforting to dash to Morpheus embrace, so this cityscape is your best itinerary. You are facing a harmonious park, with no people around. Tall trees are stretching their branches to the sky, so you can’t see any stars. There is no foliage on them, and the spirit of winter is delicately touching this slender splendor. The ending autumn is proclaiming its right with the pouring rain, and puddles on the narrow path are waiting for the first morning visitors to wet their shoes. The three-headed street lamp is trying to enlighten the territory, but this is too hard mission for it. The air is filled with colorful abstract spots, and the viewer can’t clearly see what the source for such unusual play of light is. You are ready to close your eyes, satisfied by this scenery, but then a strange object attracts your attention. There is something on the branch, though you can’t distinguish what it is. Is it a rag, thrown by the wind, or a supernatural spirit, waiting for the victim? You will never know, but this feeling of mystery is strongly captivating, making you ponder about this silhouette over and over again, and discovering new hints about this wonderful mysterious canvas.