The ghost town

The town was abandoned. There remained only a heavy silence disturbed by the storm. The icy wind caressed the doors and shutters, making them slam as if to give them life. There he was, moving with shivering steps through these dark alleys of damp cobblestones. Like fireflies in a dark night, the candles in the lanterns danced with their faint yellowed glow. A mist had gradually settled in... a ghostly mist.
The story of the ghost town begins !
10h painting
Personal work

Mis en ligne le 07 Nov 2023