LisboaHow did I discover Portugal? Through music. Indeed, everything began from Fado. I fell in love with the country before I even went there. Later, fiery September sun still burning I entered its land, I set my eyes on it. I was enslaved by colors. by colorful music that every single moment has something to offer. There I felt free to draw and paint in my own manner, the way I saw or perhaps the way I wanted to see.
In Portugal you are allowed to lose and find yourself, enter and escape your dreams. During the same moment, the same minute, the same second. You can paint either storm or the sun, mountains or sea, serenity or rush of a city. During my stay I was enabled to see every day in a different way - cheerful or moody, yearning or impatient, like watching the reality, sometimes sort of looking through pink glasses or sometimes painting by grey...
Enter the land of miracles. Open yourself for fantasy and hear colorful melodies...
In Portugal you are allowed to lose and find yourself, enter and escape your dreams. During the same moment, the same minute, the same second. You can paint either storm or the sun, mountains or sea, serenity or rush of a city. During my stay I was enabled to see every day in a different way - cheerful or moody, yearning or impatient, like watching the reality, sometimes sort of looking through pink glasses or sometimes painting by grey...
Enter the land of miracles. Open yourself for fantasy and hear colorful melodies...
























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