Winter flowers on the river. 2023, oil on canvas, 45x35cm / 17.6x13.7 inch
The picture shows the Bystrytsia-Nadvirnyanska river in winter.
It is so different that it surprises every time. The channel changes not every year, every month.
I saw how it was restrained and unrestrained in the spring.
How the coastal trees were washed away and the trunks floated further downstream, getting stuck in the turns with temporary cemeteries of trees.
I saw how meadows and woods nearby were flooded for two days, and then the water receded and the grass turned green as if nothing had happened.
In winter, ordinary thorns can turn into a work of art: glass flowers sparkle in the sun.
I saw how the mountains of pebbles in the middle of the river become a flat flood after a year.
And with time comes an understanding of why people built a concrete steep two-story house, and even at a distance that would be enough for four rivers.
Yes, it's a purring kitten in the summer.
But in the spring - a nimble boa constrictor that swallows everything it can reach
