n twilight, when the sun sets and the buzzing of insects and the singing of birds fades, the hour of flowers dawns. They seem to whisper to each other, sometimes complaining about their lives and shedding silent tears.
n twilight, when the sun sets and the buzzing of insects and the singing of birds fades, the hour of flowers dawns. They seem to whisper to each other, sometimes complaining about their lives and shedding silent tears.
Your chosen art on canvas, stretched in an aluminum frame. Quick and easy to change for a fresh look and exactly as you want it.
The love of nature seems to be deep in my genes, possibly thanks to my birth in Siberia, a land of boundless beauty and diversity. My fascination with people led me to pursue a career as a professional portrait painter and photographer. Extensive classical art training at two Art Academies in Moscow and Kemerovo in Russia equipped me with a versatile range of techniques. Painting, drawing, photography and video are disciplines I have used in my work so far.Nowadays, much of…
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