Branches bend under the weight of apples — red, yellow, with pink cheeks — and between them a butterfly unexpectedly lands, as if dropping in for a minute. There’s something very homely in this abundance: this is what a garden looks like where apples aren’t counted or weighed, but simply picked along the way. A painting-memory of a generous summer garden that many associate with childhood and a dacha at grandma’s. Under that apple tree we lay on folding cots, gathered apples for compote, or simply picked them straight from the branch to eat — the most delicious and ripe ones, as it seemed to us then. To this day, the taste of those apples is the most delicious I know.
The painting was exhibited at the Zdes Gallery on Taganka (Moscow).
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Please note that colours and saturation may differ slightly from the original - the monitor's setting can affect them too. The edges of the painting are painted. It can be hung on the wall without framing; hanging hardware included.
