Winter in Kutná Hora

Alt text: Cool blue and silver abstract depiction of a tall Gothic tower and building silhouettes.

Detailed description:

Leidari Dey

Winter in Kutná Hora.

Acrylic on canvas (stretched on stretcher bars, unframed).

24×30 cm, vertical.

Style: Abstract with architectural elements.

The painting is dominated by cool tones of blue and turquoise against a silverish background.

On the left side of the canvas stands the dark blue silhouette of a building façade. The edges of the building are irregular and slightly jagged. There is also a thin blue line going down parallel to the building contour.

Near the center of the painting rises a tall tower-like structure painted in deep blue. Its outline is uneven and serrated, forming multiple sharp pointed forms resembling Gothic spires.

Near the upper section of this structure is a small oval opening.

A diagonal blue element extends from the left side of the tower toward the building on the left, forming a bridge-like connection between the two shapes.

Behind the dark blue structures, several turquoise shapes with soft, rounded edges rise vertically like overlapping silhouettes.

In the lower central area, a triangular roof shape is visible, painted in dark blue. Beneath it are two small arched lines in narrow black lines, resembling windows.

The background is mostly light gray, with a subtle canvas texture and thin layers of paint visible across the surface.

She really loved birds. Small and delicate, clever and funny, always busy—it was such a joy to watch them. Once she bought a little parrot and loved him dearly. The parrot probably used to be a crow in a past life, spending his days yelling and trying to steal something. And still she adored him.

Every night she’d let him out of his cage. He’d fly around the room for a bit and then, when she was almost asleep, he’d always land on her chest, guarding her. She even learned to sleep without tossing and turning, just so she wouldn't disturb the bird. The dreams she had with him were amazing.

One night she woke up and saw two tiny eyes shining in the dark. The parrot was sitting on the bed, at her feet, staring straight at her. “Go to sleep, will you,” a harsh, raspy voice said, grumbling—it undeniably belonged to the bird. “I need to finish at least this one dream before dawn. Then the pigeons come.”