This is one of my first pictures. When making it I used stamps imagining motives of Hungarian  folk art emboideries from different parts of the country. It was a hard job to draw thin limbs with stamps. I think I succeded in it.

 

This tree scrapes the sky suggesting that the life is nice, and all lifesicles have their own joy, their own beauty. The question, however, remains to exist, do we catch sight of them among all the difficulties of our everydays? I hope this picture helps in answering the question!