This is Yangon. The ex-capital is full of majestic colonial buildings, built by the British long time ago, which are now stood abandoned, discolored, blackened by time and tropical downpours, surrounded by overgrown gardens, with birds flying freely in and out of empty eye sockets of the windows.
This painting is also from my travels in Burma. We stumbled upon this lovely little garden cafe in Bagan, an oasis of fresh greenery, which was a pleasant sight for the eyes tired from miles of orange-red dusty (although beautiful) landscape.
For today’s painting, I looked through my photos from the trip to Burma. It was an amazing trip, although tough one at times. The reference photo was taken from the train somewhere between Yangon and Bagan.