Haunt

There’s an old ramshakle skeleton of a house house along the road in my town.
It’s not been mantained for many years and the roof is gone.
Countless times have I looked at the crumbling walls with a kind of sorrow, trying to imagine how the lives of those living there would have been.

In spring, creeping wisteria vines bloom purple all over. It’s beautiful.

I tried to capture the moment when a chill spring wind runs through you and reminds you of times past when you were much younger and so, so much more careless.

Oil on canvas, 60 x 50 cm