The artwork portrays an old house, dilapidated and decrepit, in its nightly solitude. The background is shrouded in the mantle of darkness, but the bright tones of yellow and fuchsia shine vivid and contrasting, almost infusing life into a scene that might appear sad or scary. These vibrant colors are a celebration of the past, a memory of brighter and livelier days, persisting despite the wear of time.

The house seems uninhabited and abandoned, its windows and doors are closed, like eyes and mouth sealed in eternal silence. There are no lights, nor signs of life. However, despite this, the house is not bare or empty, it is rather filled with memories, stories whispered between the cracks of the bricks and the creaking planks.

This old house is a monument to tenacity and resilience. Despite having been battered by the weather, it stands firm, stubborn, almost challenging the flow of time. It is a metaphor for life itself, a testimony to how we can withstand the storms, regardless of the scars they leave us.

I hope that those who observe this work may experience the same feeling of calm, reflection, and admiration for resilience. Despite its closed doors and dark windows, the house retains its dignity, its vivid colors speaking of a glorious past and a silent present, but no less meaningful.

The old house, while decrepit and seemingly abandoned, is a symbol of our ability to survive and keep our essence alive, despite the difficulties and challenges that life presents to us.