Oil on canvas, mixed technic
Many people talk about soul, but don’t understand what it is. One day I wondered if I could transfer my idea about the soul. I imagined a blossoming garden, which means for me the human body. In the garden there was a small boy walking. He was running and laughing, gathering flowers, somersaulting on the grass. This boy is my soul. But we all are different and our souls are different, so the little children inside of us should be different too. And this is my understanding of the soul….