52 Leaves and I - In the garden we are never alone
52 leaves and I
In the garden, we are never alone
Since the lockdown, my garden, and my house became my only world, my trees and my plants are my family and my friends. Fifty-two types of leaves comfort my loneliness and donate to my soul energy and grace.
Arrived the winter and most of the leaves left me and they left emptiness and silence deep inside me, but later I started to enjoy another beauty, a delicate yellow beauty, a tiny artwork in ultimate refinement and delicacy, I enjoy contemplate this creation of the god and I don’t resist to collect them from the branches and the barks until the spring came back and the leaves back to grow until I could hardly see the branches and I back to watch the birth of the flowers and gathering of the bees on them during the return of bird’s singing, and I back to enjoy the rain and the majestic thunderstorms and its sound.
This series of artworks are the diaries of my transition from winter to spring during the lockdown that I couldn’t express in words.
I refrained from using colors to maximize the beauty of the divine colors of leaves and branches with mushrooms growing on them in those artworks. I used little touches of pencils, charcoal, gold leaves, woolen threads, and household fabrics.
Some artworks may contain microorganisms but contain endless tales.
