bastard1111 @bastard1111
I used to live in a small town near the Russian border, where I grew up surrounded by woods and meadows. As a child, I spent hours exploring those natural surroundings, fascinated by the colors of dawn and dusk. My mother was an artist, always painting on her easel set up near the window that overlooked our garden. She'd talk about the beauty of color combinations while I played outside.
I remember one night in particular when my mother took me strolling through a nearby moonlit garden to pick white peonies. The dew glistened like diamonds and the air was filled with scents. I recall the sound of my satin slippers on the stone path, followed by the rustling leaves beneath our feet as we made our way to that ancient bench where my mother would sit for hours.
The way she'd describe life through her art is what led me to develop an ethereal aesthetic in photography and painting today. I've carried that sense of wonder with me wherever I go - even when capturing the nocturnal colors of a garden, like the stars reflected in our pond or the fluttering moths dancing around old stone lanterns nestled within the ivy-covered archways. Those moments have given my life meaning - even if they're bittersweet.
