Winter chaos retreats to the last step, and the passion of spring arises on wet soil. Flowers give way to each other, strive to be the first to receive the rays of the spring sun. Strokes of paint fell randomly, the tones mixed themselves on a canvas soaked in fragrant oil, which in the future will allow you to observe the changes and play of color . With love and gratitude to Nature.
Painter
« Inspiration explodes the body.I rub oil paints into the canvas. Then I'll think about what happened.Or, trust your hands and your hands will trust you »