It's always me, the critic Like usual, a very beautiful picture, taken in one of my favourite places: Northen Europe! I want to start by the clouds, of a soft pink who seems tranquillity and serenity, but they're even thick, like they would promise the rain soon. The passage makes me think about something very melancholic, something sad, like the loss of someone who I cared about. The colours make it all a dream, like an instant blocked in the inifity. The little view of the sea is like the objective we have to conquist: still far away from us, but always in front of us. 5/5 deserved
I know it may be a little cliche to say this, but I'm a big fan of your work, and I have noticed your beautiful photography and how it seems to capture the essence of the title you accompany your art with, and I have to say that I find sometimes looking at some of your pictures really seem to describe some moments and feelings in my life (sounds strange) and this feels like what I need, a reprieve. Sorry to fill this comment with personal jargon.
I just wanted to say that your art is truely wonderful.