For an artist, having a place to retreat, unwind, and fully immerse oneself in creativity is essential. For me, that sanctuary was my summer house—a little haven surrounded by a lush garden filled with blooming flowers, towering trees, a tiny pond, and grapevines that drape elegantly over wooden trellises. This space was where I found peace, where inspiration flowed freely, and where I could let my imagination run wild.
One afternoon, as I wandered through the garden, I noticed a bunch of grapes hanging from the vine, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The way the light played on the berries, casting soft shadows and making the deep purples and greens shimmer, captivated me. The grapes were more than just fruit; they were a work of art crafted by nature itself.
Inspired by their beauty, I took that buch and began to paint. With each brushstroke, I tried to capture the delicate hues of the grapes—the rich purples tinged with hints of blue, the soft greens, and the way the golden sunlight danced across their surface. My strokes were loose and expressive, aiming to convey the life and vibrancy of the moment. The light was my guide, leading me to highlight the glistening berries and the subtle play of shadows among the leaves.
This simple act of painting, surrounded by the tranquility of my garden, reminded me of how vital it is to have a place where one can retreat and create. It’s in these moments of quiet reflection and deep connection with the world around me that my best work emerges, infused with the colors, light, and life that nature so generously offers. Unfortunately, this shelter was left when the war came. But this bunch of grapes still gives me pleasant memories of the highest degree of inspiration.
The Bunch of Grapes, oil on canvas on cardboard, 40 x 50 cm, 2017
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