again a personal little sketch that i drew, when i visited my mum during her chemo. it was a typical hot hungarian summer and we were grateful for any breeze. apart from capturing this feeling, most of
the image is fictional. the figure is neither me nor
my mum, however, the view from the window is
the view from my childhood room. this view always grabs me by the core and transports me back in time - and feeling high from the heat - i found the colour palette inspiring enough.