my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



1/31/13


have you ever been on the field of flowers
where even the horizon seems like endless
color of glade? 

once i have, there were tulips. red and yellow,
fresh, strong, under warm wind that was knocking
me down and made them only bow. i think i was three








田園










казахстан, мы все вместе поехали смотреть тюльпаны.
я помню папину куртку, светлую ветровку, кажется я
помню ее и потом, уже в петербурге. но каждый раз 
вспоминаю тот день и ветер.

6 comments:

  1. i'm there with you in that field, i love it, x

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  2. I bow my head, dear Olga.
    Exquisite painting... beautiful play with space and colour.

    I did. In the garden of my grandparents... with nearly 2 years.
    Thank you for bringing back this memory, smells delicate.

    Love
    Ariane.

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  3. Breathtaking painting, Olga. So sweet.

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  4. yes, with wild anemones, purple, pink and white
    and cyclamen
    this beautiful painting brings it back
    that feeling of being closer
    to the earth

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  5. with hyacinths and snowdrops
    your painting is an enchanted dream

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warmly,
olga.




olga