Lucian Catalin Manda

The flowers, painted in thick, rhythmic impasto, seem not to merely rest but press forward, crowding the frame, vibrating with presence. Each stroke—short, deliberate, and sculptural—suggests not petals but flames, leaves, memory fragments.

“Golden Silence” is not about a bouquet. It is about abundance within solitude, about holding beauty even in isolation, and about finding radiance in the absence of words.