The idea of flying with a carpet exists in eastern culture and fairy tales.
But this is Pinka. Not the world.
In reality Pinko does not fly, he does sports on his mat.
But he was so engrossed that his spirit and body were elevated.
And it's located right in the middle of the picture, so you always lock onto it while looking at it.
Calm and balanced forms become integrated with the painting, while the composition becomes clear.
The love of fields with green captures us in every hue.
All of these add a linear integrity to the painting.
Ah, it's hard not to say if I were in that Pinko's place.