On the canvas, the characters have no faces, it is almost impossible to determine their gender and the goals of what they gathered in this place. Everything is depicted in dark colors and the picture seems deprived of life, light. Instead of lush trees – black trunks, instead of sunlight – twilight, which, most likely, foreshadowed the evening.
Walking in the park people are almost devoid of movement. It is impossible to guess or imagine what they will do now or where they will go next. Someone is sitting on a bench, someone is walking a couple, someone is walking a dog, and someone just went out for a breath.
There is no clear outline of the plot, it just shows the moments of the life of a group of people. There are also no details, so it’s hard to talk deeply about the picture clothes for people of old-fashioned style, bodies are shapeless, and if it were not for the presence of skirts for women, it would hardly be possible to discern the floor at least a little.
Rather, it’s still nearing evening, as the last glimpses of the sun make their way through the trunks of immobile trees. This twilight enveloped not only the park, but also people walking along it. Tired of worldly hustle and bustle, people came here in search of detachment from everything they had experienced during the day, the hour, the whole life.
Looking at them, I want to sit next to the chatting ladies on the bench and chat about anything. Just dispel your daily thoughts with the setting sun, trust in the evening and the coolness that comes along with it. The artist knew that if he depicted everything in the twilight, the viewer would decide for himself and describe what he sees or imagines while looking at the picture.
This canvas is not in vain in dark colors, because the oncoming evening twilight cannot be portrayed by a riot of colors and shadows, but with the help of undefined faces, blurring and vague, as if everything had already entered this veil of darkness. Only the child, his mother and the dog remain only with a distinct white spot.