While we are following the cross, our tears are falling to the soil covered with blood, mixed with send. Looking ahead we see the blue sky
I discovered art after my parents died. The art of Chinese calligraphy gave me tranquility I desperately needed, but also introduced me into the world of brushes, paper materials and different hand movements. After a while I added colors and shapes which led me into the art of watercolor. One of my first watercolors presents tulips in a vase made of Chinese letters meaning She. Today I do not add Chinese letters into my art but I constantly move my hand in the way I used to write calligraphy
Dok u suzama pratimo križ, zemlja se topi krvlju izmješanom s pijeskom. Pogled prema gore otkriva vedro nebo
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