Summer is a constant expectation of happiness. Everything seems so pleasant, easy, delightful that you want to rejoice and laugh next to the people close to you, to shout about a good mood. Flowers are a symbol of life itself. They, like people, are born, live and die. But during their short life they have time to bring us so much joy just from the contemplation of their beauty, fragility and perfection. Flowers have their own language. They are silent, but talk about many things. Let the summer remain with us flowers, meadows filled with the fragrance of plants, warm and gentle summer days, emotions, from which you want to breathe deeply and freely.
watercolor, acrylic, ink, white
£1,092.3
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Summer is a constant expectation of happiness. Everything seems so pleasant, easy, delightful that you want to rejoice and laugh next to the people close to you, to shout about a good mood. Flowers are a symbol of life itself. They, like people, are born, live and die. But during their short life they have time to bring us so much joy just from the contemplation of their beauty, fragility and perfection. Flowers have their own language. They are silent, but talk about many things. Let the summer remain with us flowers, meadows filled with the fragrance of plants, warm and gentle summer days, emotions, from which you want to breathe deeply and freely.
watercolor, acrylic, ink, white
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