When I was a child, my mother, my brother, and I would go to my grandfather’s country house. There was a small river there called the Tarusska. In some places, it was shallow, with the water rippling and splashing over the stones; in others, it formed deep pools where you could dive completely underwater. There were an incredible number of water lilies. I would put my brother on my shoulders and toss him into the water, just so he could splash down into it. This place was my refuge, my place of peace. And only now do I realize that it was also a place of happiness. Digital painting, done in procreate. One of my best work with color and sharp border.