Life, my sister (after Boris Pasternak): strawberries. 12"×12", Oil on linen panel, June 2013
For this rework of an almost two-years old painting, I pulled out the same bowl, and filled it with new strawberries; matching two moments in time. Summer, strawberries; for me, strawberries remain a seasonal thing. And in season, they still smell of childhood.
But the two years have not passed in vain; among other things, there has been a lot of mental decluttering, scrubbing away of protective crusts people call "maturity".
And so today, this painting brought me back to a poem which I, strangely, nearly forgotten; even though it used to be most important to me once upon a time, at the dawn of my life: "Life, my sister", by Boris Pasternak. The poem is so powerful, so important, that I believe this painting might be a beginning of a new series.