My Winter

The cold beauty of winter

This painting is a state, not an image. It has no center and no direction – as I often feel inside myself. I worked intuitively, in layers, letting the colors collide and overlap. Green for me is breathing and an attempt at calm, and dark red is the tension that constantly pierces the surface.

The white traces are moments of clarity – brief, uncertain, but necessary. The scratches and webs that appear on the canvas are my thoughts – recurring, overlapping, sometimes like a trap, sometimes like a support.

This is a painting about inner noise, about movement without an end point. It does not seek to be fully understood, but to be felt. For me, it is an honest imprint of a moment in which I simply let my hand and emotion lead.