When I arrived in Catania, I went out to look at the mountain, Mount Etna. It was smoking lightly. Looming. I wonder if the residents no longer see the mountain. It's there like something in life that no one can escape, but after a while you live your life. But for the first time viewer like me, it's so overwhelming. This painting is a 12x16 oil on panel.
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