But when I looked closer, I saw this:
Suddenly I was really attracted. I started remembering my days as a carpenter, standing at the big saw the whole day, cutting wood for many students, bit by bit. I dreamed about the saws and the noise, the odor of resin, my dusty hair. After a while I woke up again and left.
After two weeks now, with more distance, I have a warm feeling looking at this painting. The mood I was in when I safed the stage of mind decided now, what my relation to this painting is. I can only speculate, but I guess it wasn't the intention of the painter. At this point, a painting starts to live.
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