Down melody

Dawn Melody

120x80 cm
Acrylic, potal, polymer clay
All plants are handmade
The photo of the painting was taken with morning and evening lighting

This canvas is like stepping barefoot into an untouched morning field. It doesn’t illustrate beauty — it liberates it.

It’s a space where flowers are not plants but memories, where every element is an inner state, where even silence has a scent.

It is a painting about touch. Not by hands — but by soul.

About a moment when the world has not yet remembered it needs to rush, and every plant seems to whisper: "stay here, stay with us, just a little longer..."

The poppy here is tenderness that isn’t afraid to be vulnerable.
The wheat — a symbol of strength that supports rather than presses.
The cornflowers — dreams that always stretch toward the light, even when clouded by thoughts.
The wormwood — wisdom born through experience.
And the bindweed — not just an accent of the composition, but like yourself in this space: the one who gathers fragments of the world into a single harmony. She holds this universe the way a mother holds the peace of her child — silently, gently, deeply.

This is a painting for those who see not with their eyes, but with their hearts. For those who know that true beauty is not noise, but silence into which you long to sink.

It is not a painting. It is a state.
A state you want to stay in.
If only for a moment.
Or forever.