The story behind my paintings.My story...        

                                              
A Memory of Spring

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.

Flowers everywhere,so beautiful colours,so vivid!Moments like these i was happy just to exist,just to be alive,it felt like i was inside a painting with a clear blue sky and me amidst a green field full of poppies.We searched for the perfect flowers to make our wreath.It is a custom and we do it every 1st of May in order to celebrate Spring and it's called Protomagia but that not what's important...She likes it and that is.It's such a beautiful image,almost magical watching the woman you love doing something so simple and yet so fulfilling for Her,making Her happy beyond expectations to search for the right flower to pick for the wreath like a specialist.

And every now and then She would put one in her hair and every time i would marvel at Her.

This painting that i did,has this memory embedded into it.Happy  memories...

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                                    The story behind my paintings.My story...        

                                              
A City of Loneliness

Every painting is a small window that captures a moment,a feeling or the place that brings back memories to my mind.
I remember Her always saying that i was constantly looking at the time.I was always looking my watch.
-Please stop it,take it of.Be free.She used to say.
But i never did...
I remember it was night and i was waiting alone for the bus.I was awaiting to get away from her,i was so angry,so sad,so disappointed for the life we lost,for the life we would never live.She was unfair with me,abrupt,hard.She hurt me with the way only one that you love can,with the way only this person could.
What did she say?
It doesn't matter.It never did with me.I could never recall conversations,there was only an aftertaste.A vague memorie.A bad one.
On the other hand She remembered Everything!Every little detail which was frustrating but She remembered it from her point of  view and everytime something new came up She brought up an issue long forgotten(by me)and in most cases a brand new conversation for something at least weeks or months old would occur.
And i was at the bus stop looking at my watch...

This painting that i did,has this memory embedded into it.How alone i felt in a city full of life and lights.

Thank you for your time.
P.S.We are still together.
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