Hot summer day can be the object of our dreams on a gloomy autumn day. Or in the pre-spring, when winter is already gone, but it seems to us that it is going away too slowly. Remnants of snow are visible here and there, and we are already longing for spring. And then comes summer – a time for nature to live intensely. We plan our holidays and rest. The warmth brings comfort and relaxation. Sometimes the warmth turns into heat. The sun heats mercilessly, it doesn’t rain for weeks. We seek shade and refreshment. Hot days can be difficult. But at the end of the day, the magic of a warm summer evening begins. Dusk blurs the contours of the heated day. In the cooler temperatures of the evening, new activity begins. In nature and on my veranda. I like to sit outside the house and listen to the cicadas play. I imagine they do this for me. They are my private orchestra on a hot summer evening. The painting is dominated by red – the hottest color in my palette. I juxtapose it with small elements in cool colors. This contrast emphasizes the temperature of the red.
Warm summer days can sometimes be too hot. But hot summer evenings are magical. The warmth vibrates in the dusk of the evening and permeates our senses. We feel like those cicadas making intense music in the bushes. How to paint this? This painting is a tentative attempt to stop this moment.