Spring Illness

I like the winter forest. Everything seems dying and ending up in a chaos. But then, like today, suddenly you feel something that will come and you don’t know what exactly it will be. Perhaps the beginning of a better world, or at least the end of the conceptual art!? Who knows? Anyway I am full of new ideas … but I am afraid, that this atmosphere of departure is only a kind of illness that attacks me every spring.

Winter forest near spring (22th februar 2015)