The Violin

An old, broken violin hangs from a nail — worn and quiet, with a few strings still clinging to the wood. It’s no longer played, but the marks of its past remain:
the shape, the wear, the silence after the sound.

In the top right corner of the painting, I included one of my favorite postcards — a personal detail that adds something meaningful to the scene.

Oil on panel – 80 x 35 cm

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