from letters to a spring rose



Collage + oils + ink, 28×42 cm, 2007 — I’ve just found it in the old portfolios after eleven years. I even forgot I had done something like this – one of those careless improvisations from the old days, which were happening in a moment or two. Then maybe no wonder there’s still a pinch of magic of that enthusiasm from the bygone years in it. Considering it’s a kind of a relic now, and the fact that my Mum loves it the way it is, I leave it as it is, and reveal to the world with all its imperfections. It’s December already – let me be sentimental for a while.