April 22, 2016


Watercolor on Arches  

At first my plan for this painting was to try to show foggy early morning atmosphere with taking-off cranes in a field. But as always, water movement led to change of plans and I finnised up by painting trees in  the background. In the end, it got better than expected :)

April 21, 2016


Watercolor on Arches

This painting was inspired by one of my hiking trips, during which we went out into the wild, to listen to the returning cranes bringing back to our land the spring. Imagine after all day clamping throught the damp moss, you finally get to the swamp... you hear nothing, just the silence and your beating heart. It seems the time has stopped and you could stand there for eternity, breathing and listening.. then the sound of huge flapping wings and a scream penetrating every cell of your body awakens you... awakens you for real, to live, to want, to enjoy life and to go on.
Have you ever heard a crane scream? It is something you can hardly forget, highly recommend :)

April 18, 2016


Watercolor on Arches

This is another painting following forest theme. It was a rainy, fogy day when I took the reference photo. All atmosphere was penetrated with blues, only humps of different kind of moss were glowing back showing their bright colors. 

August 17, 2015


Here i've tried to depict summer forest, with sun playing on tree branches and green moss. It feels like the painting got too plain, depth and contrast is missing, ant at the same time I'm afraid to overwork and completely ruin it :) ech... this time will leave it as it is... for previous few months I have a tendency to overwork paintings. 

July 29, 2015

Wild beach

I'm living on a vacation mode. There were time when i felt frustration of not painting periods, feeling that time is wasted without any progress, but after two weeks hiking trip to Swedish mountains, absolute calmness came. Even daily household routines became enjoyable. Mountains teach a lot. One of the main lessons- to value simple being, to live without fearfully counting minutes. There is no time in the mountains, just your heavy backpack and several thousand steps until next resting place.
I feel similarly with painting. There is no time, just several hundred paintbrush strokes, just colours going here and there, sometimes obeying, but usually not:) until you feel that it is finished.
Below is a quick sketch of my favorit place of childhood called 'wild beach'. Strange memory intersections meet here.

June 22, 2015


Everytime i'm visiting my gradmother, i find these beatiful flovers blooming on her windowsils, this is a little study of one of them i made this weekend:)