Monet's Pond, Gifu, Japan

by Dmitriy Shustikov

graveyard snowmen, whoever has the talent and creativity to make this, you are my hero 

a little guy on a snowy night

jukkapaa

Purple like lavender

Flowering Wave

Moonlight pours into the Grand Canyon after a passing winter storm.

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences, I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…

Egon Schiele, from a letter to Anton Peschka written 1910