Shall we dance? картини балет живопис, художник Юрій Писар READ MORE

01/12/2016 435

My calendar went crazy today. It copied the task from exactly this day one year ago. As a good friend of mine, it started to remind me of what I should do (one year ago :)).

Why art makes the best gift extra large painting of a woman dancing in rain by Yuri Pysar, ballet collection READ MORE

14/11/2016 1,313

The decorations of the shops and plenty of sweets on the shelves reveal the one: Christmas is coming. And it means – we all are getting busy with gifts ideas for our lovely family and friends.

I’m thinking, is there any gift that can last the lifetime? Is there any gift that will remind about wonderful time you spent together? The gift that will preserve the connection between you and the one you’re giving it to?

Prague. Hand in hand into Middle Ages READ MORE

13/10/2016 1,015

Prague needs no introduction. Medieval streets, beautiful architecture that celebrates different epochs and the rich culture life put Prague on the list of the most beautiful and worthy visiting European cities. Fascinated eyes are everywhere. They experience this marvelous city, they really live it.

 Autumn in Trend: Pantone’s colors for beating the autumnal melancholy at home READ MORE

27/09/2016 702

Autumn has already started its metamorphosis game with nature. Typically and at the same time like for the first time I extremely enjoy the trees look. They are desperately trying to evoke out attention, they are tempting passers. Yes, they are able and yes, they know it. Autumn is generous, it gave that talent to nature – to tempt. We, humans, in our turn, benefit from it too. Well, those of us who are able to take a short pause and consciously notice the colorful spots.

Fair Wind marine painting of sailing boats and yachts of Makarska harbour READ MORE

26/08/2016 1,274

My studio is in a cellar where there is almost all year round the same weather. Cool and completely eliminated with the artificial light, life in the studio seems to be out of the ordinary time. The time stops there.  And it appreciates only the present moment as if the past and the future are of no importance at all (are they?)