This artwork had begun year and a half ago, on the summer plein air at the village Stupinka, Kaluga Region. We loaded in the cars in the morning and drove away from the camp, searching for the good views. Speaking honestly, nobody knew where to drive. We just drove somewhere. For no reason, at random.
We turned to the river. The morning haze, which covered the sky, barely sieved the dim sun. The riversides were plunging into the spilled water and stretched far away into the width. The reflections of the trees were floating evenly by the river. The shape, the lighting and the colors were quiet and lyric. And all in that place was under some smooth, calm rhythm.