Painting description

The canvas is dominated by green in many shades, from moss to neon, intersected by a bright, almost lemon-colored streak running across the composition. Vertical lines like reed stalks keep the chaos in check. The surface is rough, full of abrasions and tiny knife marks, in places almost a rough impasto. A chill blows in the background, but the center radiates warmth as if a hidden lamp were warming beneath. I see green lines like grass, and that's cool. The atmosphere oscillates between the silence of the marshes and the indistinct hustle and bustle, a bit dreamy, a bit tense. A minimalist abstraction, yet rough and a bit raw, with glazes, sgraffito, and knife marks. I perceive it as the boundary between day and night, a patch of field that someone has just woken up. I want to touch these lumps of paint, because it soothes and stings at the same time.