A boat in Venice

Alt text: Turquoise canal with a small green boat between pink and red building façades

Detailed description: A boat in Venice

Acrylic on canvas, 40 × 50 cm.

The painting is composed of shades of turquoise, pale pink, red, green, black, and silver.

The background consists of layered horizontal brushstrokes in pale pink and muted brown tones applied across the surface. The paint is uneven, allowing the canvas texture to remain visible in several areas.

In the center of the composition, a narrow turquoise canal extends vertically into the distance. The water surface contains darker turquoise shapes, suggesting reflections.

Near the upper part of the canal, a small green boat appears, rendered with simple flat shapes.

On both sides of the canal, simplified building forms are depicted. On the right side, a pale pink wall with red outlines features several tall, arched, window-like shapes and irregular, brick-like rectangles.

On the left side, green plant-like shapes hang over the canal. A tall vertical red structure rises near the center, partially overlapping the background.

In the distance, a small, dark bridge, painted in thin lines, spans the canal between the buildings.

She hated her job passionately and desperately, the way some people pray. She hated every inch of the linoleum, every crack in her cup stained with ages of tea, her boss’s bald head, her stupid colleagues—and everything, everything, everything.

And then came March, and April, and May. It’s funny how little it takes sometimes to want to live again.

And of course, thanks to the friend she was drinking with that warm summer evening. They drank and wrote a resignation letter for her, laughing so hard as if they had found a book of their own best inside jokes. The wine was excellent; her friend had brought the best from her neck of the woods. Luckily, they didn't leave any stains on the paper. But even if they had!

There should never be another February like that in her life. Never again.