The love of your opening buds

Work from series" Soul sounds of the ascended "
( A bunch of ) Thinking about the universe, through the form. color, line, using sounds in the form of bouquet

The word and the colors of the world - the same door through which you can log in to a vivid unique world.

Work done on canvas gallery stretching, the sides of the picture painted in the tone of the work,
maybe hanging without a frame .
The picture is made in the style of avant-garde painting

Floral angels – the angels of light
Come to us in the morning with the rays of dawn,
Sit on asters, tulips, peonies,
The love of your opening buds,
They scatter crystals grew,
They sparkle in the petals of delicate roses.
And the rainbow roll in on flowerbeds, walkways,
And the rays of the sun like gold crumbs.
Small colorful glass bottles
Pour smells light into the bowels of the buds
And hiding in the bushes opened roses
They are from the brocade bags of dragonflies
And butterflies to the garden and the meadow, and released,
And those from delight fly, fly,
Pollen is transferred from flower to flower,
And angels are drinking on the flowers of tudosok.
Floral angels – the angels of light
So I want sun, I want summer!

Larissa Kuzminska