Argentum (click here to see more)
The intricate workings of our memory, how they unfold, are a marvel to behold. Like a painter’s brush upon the canvas, our minds create vivid portraits of our lives – the echoes of voices, the visages of faces, the tapestry of events. It captures our essence, our perceptions, our thoughts. It is a curious phenomenon, for some among us retain memories of our very infancy, from a tender age of one or even earlier, while others find conscious recollections awakeningRead next
Round trip) (click here to see more)
In the beginning was the canvas and the canvas was blank… And artist said, “Let there be colour,” and there was colour…
When I became a mother…(click here to see more)
When I became a mother, I realized that for me this was the main mission, purpose, meaning of life. I realized that my life would continue in my children and in their children. In memory, emotion, character, and even in bodies, literally physically. But if a mother is an artist, then those around her. can be wished for patience and compassion. I wanted to write about motherhood, love for children, but here I can’t do without talking about art, althoughRead next
Creative in progress
Some of my new pastels (click here to see more)
Booger // pastel on color cardboard, 50x70cm Wisdom // pastel on color cardboard, 50x70cm
My tenderness // acrylic on canvas, 80x120cm
Some old works
Is there a reflection of his gaze?
Yes. It is your gaze that, reflected by the canvas, begins to look into itself.