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With each passing season, the snowdrops made my garden a more sacred place, a place where I could escape the scorching rays of the sun and the chaos of the neighborhood, find harmony between the delicate petals and the lush leaves. I would observe how they grew and I would be happy, motivated.

The aroma of freshly turned soil, for example, mixed with the fragrant flowers, merged me with that sensory symphony that ignited my soul.

Note from "memories" / 59,4 X 84,1cm / Snowdrops - 2024

With each passing season, the snowdrops made my garden a more sacred place, a place where I could escape the scorching rays of the sun and the chaos of the neighborhood, find harmony between the delicate petals and the lush leaves. I would observe how they grew and I would be happy, motivated.

The aroma of freshly turned soil, for example, mixed with the fragrant flowers, merged me with that sensory symphony that ignited my soul.

Note from "memories" / 59,4 X 84,1cm / Snowdrops - 2024

To survive those years was to live in a constant state of tension, torn between the false promises of the future and the weight of a past that could not be spoken of. The present was not a place of freedom, it was a place of fear, silence, waiting.

Note from "memories" / 80 X 68 cm / Oil on linen - 2024

To survive those years was to live in a constant state of tension, torn between the false promises of the future and the weight of a past that could not be spoken of. The present was not a place of freedom, it was a place of fear, silence, waiting.

Note from "memories" / 80 X 68 cm / Oil on linen - 2024