Oil on canvass, 72x61cm
An aging woman, tired, resigned, sad, carefully made up and dressed, ready for the day and the world outside, but looking at the world inside herself: - very much like the city of St. Petersburg I've met two years ago.


Below the surface dream, shallow and light, Of what we say "we feel" - below the stream, As light, of what we think "we feel" - there flows With noisless current strong, obscure and deep, The central stream of what we feel indeed. - Matthew Arnold.