A peaceful postapocalyptical view of Stockholm, with the City Hall, after the Arctic Meltdown or so.
Some paintings refuse to look well in my scanner, no matter what. There's some mysterious schism between this machine and light hues of deep indigo. We're spoiled nowadays; most colours don't hate each other and don't try to wage war on the surface upon which they are put, unlike in the days of the great teacher Cennino Cennini, when colours for unfathomable chemical reasons often refused to behave, and all maestro could do was to say Don't mix that or that, and especially not that... like arranging tables at a party where certain people can't stand each other.
I'll have
to sell it as an original. While it looks all right in low resolutions (with the imagination of the viewer filling in between the pixels) it won't become a poster. I had to let go, lest I spend more time nursing and retouching
the thing back into faux original shape instead of making a new original, perhaps
sans indigo. It will contain birds and gentle insanity, I think.