.:Images from the past for those in the future:.

(The importance of paintings)

It was a cold winter under the branches of the peach, pear and plumb trees, were the colours of the leaves combined to portray a dreamed scenario.

The sound of earth’s smooth, soft, comforting breath took care of reorganizing the beauty of nature. The crisp grass gently accompanied the movement of the air; a substance for which the planet exists. A planet that spins with certain laziness around infinite moderate waves of sunlight; sunlight produced by the light of all times, where cotton surrounded the sun in a perfect amount as to combine with the endless bluish sky.

All made part of a picture that had occurred into someone’s eyes as reality, and later transferred into this persons’ mind as a thought, thought a long time ago. This someone caught raw beauty like no one had done before, not even when it came to its loss.