Weary of all who come with words, words but no language
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
The untamed has no words.
The unwritten pages spread out on every side!
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words.
Tomas Tranströmer: From March 1979
Spruce in Snow, oil on canvas, 2023
Still Life from my Studio is my new canvas. It has been a rather dark cloudy morning, so I have decided to set up this cheerful still life just to bring some colors to my studio. Some red tomatoes, three onions, a pomegranate, a pear and an orange, and a blue glass vase contrasting the empty gilded wooden frame. And my brushes in a Japanese vase with some green decor. Which has this time interested me more than the color scheme has been the empty space. The equilibrium between what has been told and what holds the composition in the space. The eternal juxtaposition between the white color and all the colors of the day.
There are two things I like doing the most: travelling new places, meeting friends, and painting in my studio. Unfortunately I like painting much more. Unfortunately, as it is quite harder and sometimes people don’t get I just need that loneliness in my studio. Yet, it is right in the studio, painting, when I can travel the most beautiful landscapes across the space and time. Like painting this canvas in the yellow, red and blue: still remember getting a set of three oil crayons from Talens, as about 5 years old girl: yellow, turquoise and red. Pure happiness holding these three colors in my hand as a kid has remained in my heart till today and painting this canvas has brought back all these memories……
From my Studio, oil on canvas, 2023
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Still Life with Violet and Lemon is my new painting, oil on canvas. Love the dark violet hues of the flower, reflecting blues from the sky and reddish stems with dark green leaves.S ky was blue and vibrant colors trembled as I set the still life to paint…..
Time of Peonies, oil on canvas, 2021
It’s been one of those mornings, when light is bright and garden is still calm, like enveloped in the mist of the night just passed and the blossoms of colorful flowers appear after the dark of the night to celebrate the day. Complete solitude is needed to enter the code of color world, walking down the garden feels like entering trough portals of eternal beauty. Picking flowers for a bouquet is a meditative task and as I’ve been picking the first peonies of the season I’ve remembered how happy I’ve been planting these pale pink peonies and how long have I waited before thy started to blossom. Their sweet scent of early summer each June gives me joy and makes me want to paint them in all their gorgeous beauty, so fragile and short lived, but year after year appearing in the corner of the garden, near a small Japanese maple.
Violets, Contemporary still life, Watercolor on paper
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