Stories over a cup of tea can be very exciting. Time can stop for a few hours or sometimes for the whole evening, I think it can stop even for a lifetime.
The painting was inspired by dreams of owning a home. Aromas of roses... tea... dry mint grass and warm sun. A secluded corner appeared where you can sit and slowly sip tea to think about something of your own. Or maybe just observe what is happening around without thinking about anything. Give free rein to the imagination and imagine a conversation between two ants who accidentally met on the trunk of a rose. Or, closing your eyes, inhale the aromas of the garden, fixing them in your memory with lovingly brewed tea.
One way or another, we are what we drink, see and feel :)
The painting was inspired by dreams of owning a home. Aromas of roses... tea... dry mint grass and warm sun. A secluded corner appeared where you can sit and slowly sip tea to think about something of your own. Or maybe just observe what is happening around without thinking about anything. Give free rein to the imagination and imagine a conversation between two ants who accidentally met on the trunk of a rose. Or, closing your eyes, inhale the aromas of the garden, fixing them in your memory with lovingly brewed tea.
One way or another, we are what we drink, see and feel :)