A little bit of history .of course now not in the theme but still I will tell)
Recently I received a package from the company for which I painted boxes for New Year's sweet gifts.
And I was so proud of myself - because I really liked what I got (it is clear that some are better, some are worse, but in general). And because I love projects like this. I like to draw kind pictures. The thing is that for me the New Year holiday itself is for many years a holiday of deceived expectations.
I don't like New Year's Eve itself. But I love the paraphernalia and the magical mood that appears almost a month before the holiday. All the gift wrapping, lights, toys, Christmas trees. The anticipation of a fairy tale - which, alas for me, has not been happening for years. But I am glad that for many years now I have been helping to create this anticipation, this expectation of a miracle in one way or another.
