Clouds

This painting came after I read Tolstòj's "War and Peace" during COVID.

It made me reflect on how little our fights and rages sometimes are, and how we fail to see not only the bigger picture, but also what has always been right in front of us. How we just forget the wonders around us.

 

"Prince Andrej understood that this was said of him and that it was Napoleon who said it. He heard the speaker addressed as 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦. But he heard the words as he might have heard the buzzing of a fly. Not only did they not interest him, but he took no notice of them and at once forgot them. His head was burning, he felt himself bleeding to death, and he saw above him the remote, lofty, and everlasting sky. He knew it was Napoleon—his hero—but at that moment Napoleon seemed to him such a small, insignificant creature compared with what was passing now between himself and that lofty infinite sky with the clouds flying over it."

Lev Tolstòj, 1869, War and Peace, Book 3, Chapter 19.