My research begins from the moment close to the collapse at the end of winter, when, surrounded by dead, dry vegetation, the first to come to life are the snowdrops. I then extend the observation to the fact that a true renewal requires embracing this stage of crisis, where it is necessary to accept and integrate even the hostility from the surroundings.
Snowdrops don’t grow at the window 1, oil on canvas with jute, 200/140 cm
Snowdrops don’t grow at the window 2, oil on canvas with jute, 100/140 cm
5:30 AM, oil on canvas with jute, dypthic, 160/80 cm
Vines, oil on canvas with jute, 140/100 cm
Hydrangeas surviving the winter , 2021, 100 x 150
2 o’clock, August, 140/100 cm
Rear Garden, 140/100 cm
Dawn, 180/150cm
Let’s talk, dypthic, oil on canvas with jute, 200/140 cm
The woods, trypthic, 240/120 cm
Antonia’s appricot tree, dypthic, acrylic on canvas with jute, 200/140 cm
Wild lilies, trypthic oil on canvas with jute, 3 x 50/50 cm
Vines 2, mixed media, 50/50 cm
Magnolia frenzy, oil on canvas with jute, 80/120 cm