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Delicate
Landscapes
Landscapes
And plants
Sometimes (not too often) I suddenly want to draw something cute and cozy. This is a selection of just such my drawings.
Roses and oranges
Or peonies
This picture looks like an old oilcloth to me, but I love it anyway.
This evokes nostalgia for a distant childhood and a sunny summer morning, visiting grandmother, comes to mind.
This evokes nostalgia for a distant childhood and a sunny summer morning, visiting grandmother, comes to mind.
The paintings from this collection are unlikely to ever appear on sale, because they cause me special feelings and I either keep all of them for myself or donate to my friends.
The sea in the north
Cold and majestic
This wave is a mixture of my memories of a vacation in St. Petersburg, a children's camp on the Solovetsky Islands and a family trip to Kamchatka. Trips with a cold wind and salty reefs of the sea. I tenderly cherish these waves in my memory.
I left myself quite a bit of space for the text, so as not to overload the reader. But now I absolutely do not know how to fit into this small place even a part of my thoughts and fond memories because of which all these pictures were painted.
Summer bouquet
In a cup
In a very distant childhood, my mother picked wildflowers and put them in a mug. As a teenager, a friend of mine picked flowers on hikes and put them in a camping cup, because there were no vases. This painting smells like sunshine, dust nailed to the ground after rain, and wildflowers.
In most of my activities, I try to do things that are not too girlish. But this selection is the most feminine and gentle that I can only do. This is a concentrate of my girlishness so that in other projects I can do more serious and cool things.
Dawn morning
On a hike
Transparent lakes, which appear pink in the rays of the dawn sun. Milky fog in which mountains disappear. The sun's rays shine through the pine branches and give them a golden hue. An early morning where I could stay forever.
Butterfly
Just a butterfly
One of the greatest impressions in my childhood on me was made by an exhibition of butterflies in some museum. It was very beautiful and creepy. At the same time, I was very sorry for these butterflies and very happy that someone had collected them so that I could see them (including those that I would never have seen otherwise).
Perhaps one day I’ll figure out how to fully tell about each picture. In the meantime, you can look at my other projects and support me on social networks.
