Danuta’s “Flower meadow 2003” is a joyful chaos of colors—a garden of nature that knows no borders, only the rhythm of sun, wind, and freedom. The flowers spill from the canvas as if they refused to be contained—violet, red, blue, gold—each hue pulsing with its own life. There is no background or foreground—everything breathes together. The painting exhales like a deep breath of summer. It’s a place to get lost and found—among petals, light, and the soft whispers of the earth.
Danuta’s “Flower meadow 2003” is a joyful chaos of colors—a garden of nature that knows no borders, only the rhythm of sun, wind, and freedom. The flowers spill from the canvas as if they refused to be contained—violet, red, blue, gold—each hue pulsing with its own life. There is no background or foreground—everything breathes together. The painting exhales like a deep breath of summer. It’s a place to get lost and found—among petals, light, and the soft whispers of the earth.