Painting from " the day before...story about the mountains"
They’ve been right next to
me since my early years. All that mattered most in my life has always happened
there. Time…boundless time spent among peaks and valleys. Time measured by the
crunching of skis, the rustling of ski lifts, by the limitless silence and wild
howling of the wind. The sensation of warm spring sunshine and cold that
freezes not only the body but, also, mind. I’ve never been so cold as there.
White snowflakes slowly
circling in the wind.
White whiteness.
Snowy snowness.
A cold spectrum of colours,
from icy whites, blues through the whole range of greys to the darkest black –
grief. Was I scared of them? No, but I’ve always respected them. They’ve grown
into me to become an inseparable part of my personality.
Until a day came that
changed everything. A part of me died, my world split into what had been before
and after it. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the Mountains. There I
found strength and peace.
The day before is a story
of My Mountains, my own memories taken from the heart, processed through the
prism of feelings, where stories and life experiences can be found in the
texture of a painting. There wind blows on the pages and you can feel warm
sunshine in the paintings. Black has the depth of experienced moments and grey
glistens in the shades of dirty spring snow… in these paintings there’s
everything that I’ve found in the mountains, my every feeling, every piece of
me.
Come and have a glimpse
into My World.
