Summer sunset

Summer Sunset 120 × 80 cm, acrylic, oil, canvas, metal leaf, author’s technique. 2023 Private collection, USA This sunset isn’t about the sky. It’s in the grass. In the flowers reaching for the last warmth of light — because they know: there will be a tomorrow. The colors are not invented. They are real. This is how the world looks when the day exhales, and everything holds its breath. This is not a landscape painting. It’s a memory — of August fields, still air, and a kind of silence that has weight. The textures aren’t decorative — they’re familiar. Poppies, wheat, cornflowers, calendula, sage — not chosen for beauty, but because they’ve grown near us, with us. The gold doesn’t shine. It resonates. It reflects the last light of the sun, the final golden hour that doesn’t demand attention — it simply blesses everything it touches. This artwork is now held in a private collection in the United States — chosen not for trend, but for recognition. It speaks quietly, but deeply. It doesn’t tell a story. It reminds you of your own. This is a piece about endings that aren’t tragic — just natural. About stillness that isn’t empty. About beauty that doesn’t perform — it simply is.