This summer I decided to paint flowers. But I couldn’t shut myself from the frightening reality around me. I couldn’t stop myself from checking the news every hour. Our country were at war and everyday you wanted to know what was going on, how many people where killed, who were these people. The void between what I was trying to express by my drawings and the news I was hearing was incommensurable. It was the huge difference between the silence of my garden and the noise of the alarms, the beautiful sustainability of flowers and the ugliness of news papers, the calm of the nature and the frantic activity of the internet, life and death, good and evil.
I have to draw flowers: it is my lifeboat. But I decided to mixed these extreme experiences in my paintings.So, you can see the flowers in these sketches, but also, the news papers.