The palette had no place left for putting colors color upon color, colors that had already turned gray, yet the smell of their oil could still be sensed. The painting, too, seemed to have dried. He ran

A solitary woman on an autumn evening a silent telepathy between her and the framed photograph.

Sometimes colors speak to you, in a single glance, you are drawn to them red with its warmth, and black with its vast heaviness. Forms and colors blend together and create meaning. Life is the same: the

A portrait is not just a painting, it's a mirror Imagining a person with a different portrait is not just an imagination. It's our perception of a character. It's something we reach from our own inner

Painting is perhaps every human's first language of communication from a time when we still can't write, those meaningless lines that are sometimes drawn on the walls of the house in childhood also have

Walking in a historical garden on a holiday is an indescribable pleasure. If it is autumn, even better. The trees welcome you with their colorful leaves in such a way that you don't feel the early morning

Demons and Fairies I started this series 5 years ago a full sketchbook of these designs. Some of them were fully realized, and some remained as sketches. I used a Rapidograph (rapid pen) to convey my message

This is one of my recent paintings. I wanted it to have fewer details, using the same acrylic technique. I'm also the type of writer who tends to write long pieces. Lately, I've been practicing writing

Today I was at my sister's house. She has two very beautiful cats whose only job is eating and sleeping. Of course, sometimes they play and run around the house. They're mostly in the kitchen, and as soon

..Uninvited guests, I just left the door open and they came themselves, on the books, on the table, next to the ripe red apples, on a dark and scary night they became my guests, and they brought me out

When I paint, it doesn't count against my life. Those moments are very enjoyable for me, and they separate me from my surroundings. Painting, singing, or better to say, art is like meditation. Choose an

Sometimes, as you move along the path, you are accompanied by a beautiful sunset so beautiful that you cannot take your eyes off it. You wish this sunset would last for hours, but in the blink of an eye,

Maybe drawing a portrait is very difficult and time-consuming, but when I work on a portrait, I get a godlike feeling; I feel like a creator. Since I was a child, I have loved drawing portraits; all the

Sometimes words become heavy for us; we cannot say or write anything. We can only play with color and form. They represent the depth of our emotions. It is enough to start that moment by applying color

They are seated not at a table of emerald, but upon an ash of bone. Their goblets are filled not with wine, but with the tears of thousands of years past. O guests, welcome to this banquet. Here, instead

The golden hour and sunset, the moment when the sun sets in its final moments and offers its orange rays to the earth. I always think this is the saddest moment; it seems like everything comes to an end

The woman has neither a path ahead nor behind only eyes that no longer blink. She carries her mother's wounds on her shoulders, her father's silence, and a love that never arrived. Pains that grew up with

A narrow alley that stretches almost to the shore. The sea is calm and waits for the people who, every day with the sunrise, step onto these calm blue waters. This painting was done with acrylic technique,