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Posted On: March 24th 2026, 11:16 pm
If someone asked me what my painting is about, I would say it is about birth, about life, about creation. And it is something far greater than just something you can simply see or think about.
I painted attention through depth and vulnerability, so that one can recognize even more of life’s value ~ and at the same time, its simplicity.
About life, about the unity we all share. It is about the value of life.
And perhaps, this painting is about everything at once.
But above all, it is about her.
She is life.
And may life happen to you every single day ~
it will always be exactly as you choose to create it.
I’ve made over a thousand paintings in my life,
but I created one ~ the most special.
Such a blessing.
She’s yours. The Life.
“She” - mixed media on canvas, 50 inch size, 2026, by Vesna
I painted attention through depth and vulnerability, so that one can recognize even more of life’s value ~ and at the same time, its simplicity.
About life, about the unity we all share. It is about the value of life.
And perhaps, this painting is about everything at once.
But above all, it is about her.
She is life.
And may life happen to you every single day ~
it will always be exactly as you choose to create it.
I’ve made over a thousand paintings in my life,
but I created one ~ the most special.
Such a blessing.
She’s yours. The Life.
“She” - mixed media on canvas, 50 inch size, 2026, by Vesna
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10 days agoj.ednylaska
I lowered my face to the flower in bloom, and breathed in the warmth of its delicate perfume. Its petals brushed softly the bridge of my nose, still jeweled with dew where the morning arose. I lingered there longer than innocence knew, my lips near the petals, my skin kissed with dew. The garden stood silent, the daylight grew thin, while one trembling droplet slipped under my chin. I rose from the flower, but left it untorn, still fragrant and open, still wet from the morn. And there on my skin, like a secret made new, remained the sweet evidence— one drop of its dew.
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