Flowers
These blossoms are not merely flowers—they are vessels of memory, suspended in a place where time softens and breath exhales slowly.
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Whispers in Bloom
2025flower
The Council of Blooms
2022bloem
The Last Wild Daisy
2022bloem
The Singular Light
2021bloem
Where Light Rests
2020bloem
VAAS
2013OIL 40 X 60 cm
apple flowers
2009oil, 30x24cm
flowers in a pot
2009oil, 30 x 24 cm
Pansies
2006oil, 30 x 24 cm
Pansies
2006oil, 30 x 24 cm
blue flowers
2009oil, 80 x 100cm
Moonlit Daisies
2007In a secret corner of the world where moonlight lingers longer than dawn dares, a patch of daisies bloom in quiet defiance of the night. Bathed in silver and shadow, they dance under the dark velvet sky, their white petals catching starlight like whispers of forgotten lullabies. These are no ordinary daisies. Local lore says they bloom only under a waning moon and glow brighter with each whispered wish made in their presence. Wanderers who stumble upon them often feel a sense of calm, as if time slows to let the heart catch up with itself.
Hortensia
2006oil, 100 x 120 cm
Amaryllis
2005oil on 3d canvas, 100 x 120 cm
Poppies
2007oil, 140 x 100 cm
Rose
2006one pink rose, oil, 50 x 25 cm
Summer vase
2006oil, 50 x 40 cm
Echoes of the Irises
2005Beneath the shifting hues of a spring dawn, a trio of irises stands tall—poised like sentinels of memory in a garden long left to the rhythm of nature. Their violet petals, brushed with streaks of sunlit gold and softened whites, seem to whisper to the wind, carrying echoes of voices and stories only flowers remember. Painted with bold, impassioned strokes, this scene captures more than just a moment of bloom—it reveals a conversation between silence and resilience. The green blades twist and arc like dancers frozen in motion, protecting and presenting the blossoms with a fierce elegance.
Irises2
2005oil, 70 x 50 cm
Whispers of the Scarlet Field
2005In a sun-drenched meadow at the edge of a forgotten village, a cluster of scarlet poppies blooms defiantly through cracked earth and wild brush. Each flower holds a memory—of laughter carried by the wind, of whispered promises beneath twilight skies, and of silent farewells etched into petals. This painting captures a fleeting moment in late summer, where time slows and the poppies seem almost alive with emotion. The thick, expressive strokes of red and gold bring their story to life, a tale passed down by generations who once gathered here—lovers, poets, and wanderers alike—drawn to the magic of the scarlet field. The unopened buds surrounding the blossoms are dreams not yet lived, voices not yet heard. The open flowers, bold and weathered, speak of stories that were lived deeply and passionately, their black centers holding secrets as old as the earth itself.
Wild summer flowers
2005oil, 100 x 70 cm