06/03/2026
Spring arrives like a quiet reminder from nature—to embrace colour once again, to return to the gentle rhythms of the earth. Every year nature teaches us the same profound lesson: colours bloom, fade, disappear, and yet return with renewed life.
One night, while holding my brush, I found myself thinking about the patterns of nature—the soft flow of colours within a flower, the mysterious way petals unfold. In my imagination I could almost witness the birth of a flower itself. The forms appeared spontaneously, as if the brush already knew where the colours wanted to go.
From that quiet moment this small series emerged. Each piece carries the memory of spring—its tenderness, its fleeting beauty, its promise of renewal. These works have already travelled away as small spring invitations to a few dear friends and comrades.
This series remains very close to my heart. Because sometimes art does not come from technique or intention—it comes when the heart begins to paint, and in that moment you simply witness the quiet beauty of a flower being born. 🌸