Olga Bukh Art story

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Painting is a journey we start each time in our self. Like walking on fresh snow in an unknown land, you can’t say how deep will take you the next step.
The brush spreads our feelings, layer over layer on the painting.
Olga is a sensible artist, capable of living herself in things surrounding her.
Thus happen that a flower just losing a petal is her self-portrait, is happiness that face it’s end.
Let the sun not the clothes, warm your skin, to kiss with the light not hide in the shadow your beauty.
Olga took a portrait of Anna Ahmatova a famous russian poet. Of many things Anna wrote I want to recall these few verses:
“In human closeness there is a secret edge,
Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,
And hearts be burst asunder with the love.”
Sometime in people eyes there’s like a shadow, they don’t reflect light outside, just gaze deeper inside.
You are not allowed there even when invited; no one would dare to cross that border alone but that’s the only way.
I feel that Olga and Anna have this in common and both have art too.
Art is a rope the artist give us not to follow but to hold tight, to let her be back or just go deeper with a chance not to get lost.

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