Rona Juno

12/12/2021

21/11/2021

An elf women

15/07/2021

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Graphic Design,Illustration,Web Design,Adobe Photoshop,Adobe Ilustrator

27/03/2021

Ікони ручної роботи. Виконані у стародавній візантійській техніці( яєчна темпера, поталь). Приймаю замовлення. Звертайтеся за телефоном +34689887877 Наталя
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24/11/2020

"Cosmos interior" 60Х80, acrilic painting.

24/11/2020

Cosmos interior. I take up the brush when I feel that I am ready to convey what I feel.

There is an opinion that an artist must suffer in order to create, apparently there is some truth in that .. I think suffering can make us "sober" and lead us out of an inert state. They are an integral part of life, but they are only an interpretation of our mind. How long do we live in a constant stream of events, thinking about the future or the past, plan, or replay some situation in our head. And what really is? And what is next behind this?

The fact that a blind person is not able to see the sun does not mean that the sun does not exist, you can simply feel the warmth of its rays on yourself.

These moments of stress are extremely valuable. If we are not afraid, in a stressful situation we can see reality from a completely different angle and thus get a new experience.

So what is the picture about? Yes, exactly about a state, when the usual way is destroyed and there is no new one ... when emotions are overwhelmed and there is complete chaos in the head, when it is terribly lonely from the own blindness

I understand that in the stress is important to stop for a moment and observe himself. This way of thinking in stress makes it possible to go through the situation with ease. In a state of hapines to be grateful and to appreciate what you have. Be attentive to everything that happens to you and life will open up in front of you in a new way.

20/11/2020

Spain. I remember when I first set foot on this land. At night I came out on the Núñez de Balboa metro station. The air felt sweet and soft, and pleasant warmth enveloped the body. The next afternoon I was already dying from the heat. I remember walking on the street looking at the windows where the blinds were discreetly lowered down. Heavy curtains peeped out of the windows, and warm lights were pouring from the rooms. Everything was permeated with some kind of ancient spirit. I tried to imagine the life, habits, and magical emotional language of the Spaniards.

The painting of the woman is an interpretation of that metaphorical image of Spain I had. I don't want to describe it in more words. Everything in the picture. Write your thoughts in the comments.

Іспанія, я пам'ятаю коли вперше ступила на цю землю. То була ніч, станція метро Nuñez de Balboa. Повітря здалось солодким і м'яким, приємне тепло окутало тіло. Пам'ятаю, як йдучи вулицею розглядала вікна будинків таємно прикриті жалюзями. З шибок визирали важкі гардини, красиві лампи, з кімнат лилося затишне світло, все було пронизане древнім духом величі. Я намагалась уявити побут, звички, чарівну емоційну мову іспанців.

Обличчя на картині є невеличка інтерпретація метафоричного образу цієї країни на мій манер. Не хотілося б описувати його детальніше. Цікаво почути догадки глядача. Усі деталі мають своє значення. Пишіть варіанти роздумів у коментарях.

21/06/2020

An eternity I sailed in a dark void, granted thousands of lives to live my loneliness, finding peace only in my thoughts and dreams. Until I decided to extend my arms in front of me. I felt the rough, dusty surface of the stone, and it was all around me. I was locked in a spherical void inside a rock. For several years I studied the entire surface. I knew every notch, every crack, and every ledge of my dungeon.
Once, scratching with my fingernail a small crevice in the stone, I managed to break off a small piece, it fell and rolled down to my feet. I continued to scratch and chip, like scales, fragments from the stone. I tore off the tiles of the rock, exposing the stones unknown to me. Suddenly, in a broken line, a light began to flow from behind the rocks. I tore off more and more rocks, and now the light filled all the space. And for the first time, I saw my hands, my body. Born of light, I went out into the world.

Вечность я плавал в тёмной пустоте, предоставленный тысячи жизней проживать своё одиночество, находя успокоение лишь в мыслях и мечтах. Пока я не решился вытянуть руки перед собой. Я ощутил шершавую, пыльную поверхность камня. Эта поверхность была повсюду вокруг меня. Я был заперт в шаровидной пустоте внутри камня. Несколько лет я изучал всю поверхность, я знал каждую выемку, каждую трещинку и выступ моей темницы. Однажды, поцарапав ногтем небольшую расщелину в камне, мне удалось отколоть небольшой кусочек, он упал и скатился к моим ногам. Я продолжил царапать и откалывать кусочки от камня. Как чешую, я срывал плитки камня, обнажая неизвестную мне горную породу. Внезапно, ломаной линией, из-за камней начал струится свет. Я отрывал всё больше и больше камней и вот свет заполнил всё пространство. И я впервые увидел свои руки, своё тело. Рождённый светом я вышел в мир.

11/06/2020

Desert landscape of gray powder. Powder particles are dust particles that do not mean anything by themselves, chained in a motionless prison for four billion years. They are doomed to remain silent in an oppressive peace. But they found a way to make themselves known. Uniting together, they stop the Sun and burst into our world by reflected light, coloring everything with silver. In these moments, the whole Earth submits to them, all its oceans and mighty mountains are painted with the ancient light of small dust particles. And the Zanzibar fisherman, resting in front of the warm, milky ocean, plunges into the white space, which will keep his future dream.

Night in Kiwengwa, Zanzibar. Acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm.

08/06/2020

You live in a tower on the highest mountain in the Vinson Massif. From one window of your tower, you can see the past, from another, you grasp the future. Behind every window with a single consciousness, you sense and see everything. You are all the volcanoes of Io and Neptune's clouds, you are the steps of the Vikings in America, and you are the first architect of Gubekli Teppe, you are the first snowboarder of the Mars mountains and the first ambassador of the Ant Nebula. When you look through these windows, you are calm. But the instant you move away from the windows, you forget about everything. And the only thing you do is intensively walk from side to side, wall to wall until you come across a window again.