I badly feel like hopping onto a plane and getting out of here. Just being on a plane alone makes me so happy. I guess it's always connected to the excitement of going to a new place. Leon Spilliaert's works conjure in me a strange mixture of feelings- that wistful longing for a new place, gloominess and melancholy, and a sense of threat looming beneath the calm. Slightly ominous, especially the heaviness of the ships, which act as a dominating, oppressive force. The palette used gives a hazy, dreamlike effect, or that of fogginess.
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