Reflections

Sitting on a bench on the side of a canal in the heart of Amsterdam, I look at the beauty and sadness of autumn.

Dry rolling autumn leaves make a crackling and shuffling sound as they are driven by the whispering wind over the pavement of the city.

In the stagnant city and the stagnant world, the shuffling and crackling sounds like a threat to the things that may happen. I am the lone witness to that phenomenon…

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Mark pol

I am an artist:painter. I paint and draw. Its a kind of figurative surrealism. www.saatchiart.com/markpol