There is a language not written in words but in forms, cycles, and silences. It is the language of nature — the living mirror in which the entire universe contemplates and recognizes itself. Every leaf, every stone, every wave dissolving on the shore is a letter in that sacred alphabet. Through it, life speaks effortlessly, reminding us that everything that exists outside also lives within.
For me, nature is not merely landscape: it is symbol, teacher, and altar. Within it, I find the same rhythms that move my art and my spirit. The root sinking into the earth speaks of grounding and body; the flowing water teaches surrender and transformation; the silent fire reminds me of the power of creation; and the air that wraps it all, of the freedom to be.
Each time I witness a petal unfurl or a branch resist the storm, I feel as though I am attending a cosmic lesson. Nature does not justify, doubt, or fear — it simply is. Within its purity lives the oldest wisdom, the one humanity has forgotten amid noise and haste.
That is why my symbolic universe is woven from its threads. The flowers I paint are not just flowers: they are memories of inner worlds. Crystals, animals, seasons, winds, and colors are portals — doors connecting the visible and the invisible. Every natural element has a voice, an energy, a story to tell if we learn to listen.
Nature is my mirror because it reminds me that I too am part of the cosmos. That in my cycles of creation and silence, of blooming and release, resonates the same intelligence that moves the tides. That within every seed, an entire universe waits to be remembered.
And when I watch her, when I let her speak to me, everything makes sense. Art, life, and soul unite in one gesture of gratitude and wonder. Nature does not only inspire me — it returns me to the origin, to the place where the universe looks at itself… and smiles.
