Two white tulips rise from a vibrant play of cobalt, purple and pale green, as if spring itself is whispering its first words. Their petals shine like breath of morning, while the painting pulses with a mysterious light that is not a reflection, but its own source of joy. Here breathes the promise of new beginnings, fresh and elusive as dew.
White tulips in a field of blue and green: a play of light, colour and movement. The work evokes a sense of joy and renewal, an echo of spring that does not reflect, but shines.
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.. Read more…