This picture is filled with a sense of loneliness, even devastation. When I wrote it, I was very lonely, I can't even remember why. Apparently it was necessary to go through such an emotion. This is a distant and not real landscape, a valley filled with cold ruby ​​light. The sky swells with the same shade, and only the reflections of the sun falling over the horizon still do not give up, and glow with yellow-orange hues. I love this picture, no matter what makes me sad. She is beauty in sadness. Any feeling, except for hatred, anger and frenzy has the right to exist. As long as I feel emotion, I live. While I live, I create.