deep autumn in the summer time

It is common to think that painting has a story that is worthy the sharing. Let's see.

When was my wish to understand my surroundings changed to the attempts to be understood rightly by next to me? How did it come that opposite conceptions "colored up" and "spotted surface" define the same picture?
That's why I love the fine arts. When my paintbrush raises up the questions, the wonder determines consciousness.  Then I start to look at my dull being as the life challenge - something meaningful indeed.
So the artwork got the title. It is the deep autumn in the summer time. I found this picture in my archives and edited it a bit. Now it looks like totally new creation. Wow, it would be wonderful in case I could  change my life likewise easily...
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