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Currently I work within three art series, constantly switching between to create curiosity and fresh eye. The series are : Wetlands, Bloomlands and Newlands (New England landscape of Marshlands, Sealands and Riverlands).
I love them all the same and with a passion.
"Newlands" (NElands = New England landscape) are my newest series.
They are my response to living in New England and loving it with a rapid pulse and full heart.
In January 2018 I painted outside every day creating abstracted seascapes and wet marshes. With frozen fingers and snow melting on my paper, 30 paintings were born (and sold) and I cried after my first Marshland was painted.
Through Newlands, I explore wet lands, rivers, mudflats, marshes and most importantly — the Mother Ocean. This is still a new land to me, which amazes my spirit every time I walk the shore or woods. I'm staying here, so I'm documenting.
"Bloomlands" series came to be out of the need to capture the delicacy, and impermanent experiences. Like a touch of an insect on my skin.
Here, the flower, the petal, a see-through x-rayed surface, or a veil between what's alive and what's not, becomes a pure essence of life, fleeting from certainty and foreverness.
Some of my blooms are loosing their fullness, gaining the rips and tears, yet still thirsting water. Some are as smooth as velvet, showing the beginning of transition that life really is.Either mature or young, all are fragile. And when we’re fragile, we pay attention to blood, heart and spirit even more.
This is what I’m after in my Bloomlands series — to capture the twinkle of a momentary beauty and the breathe of life. Like blooms, we're so alive and yet so fading all at the same time.
“I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.” ― Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape.
"Wetlands" series come from my heart, directly. The paintings are an extension cord to and of my yearly travels to Poland. Bałtyk Sea is also, or mostly, a place of transcending the past. It’s where I hang out with my old self, revisit topics of belonging and lost or gain time.
They touch on parents/daughter relationship, becoming a child again and visiting the sea that cured my oversensitive body and spirit when I needed it.
Now, living on the coast of New England has become my most cherished medicine. The wind, the sand, the water, no matter how cold — the Ocean, like a God Mother — nourishes.
The touch of gold on paintings serves as an offering to Her and beco mes a shimmer of eternal hope.
