MAY 2024
Collection IX
NOSTALGIA
“The NOSTALGIA collection is a large book with vivid images and memories of summer, opening which you are immersed in a long-forgotten feeling of sincere childish happiness and pleasant nostalgia for memorable artifacts, be it your parents’ house, bathed in the bright lunchtime sun, peonies in the garden of your beloved grandmother , a bag of glass and shells found on the beach or a creaky swing in the yard of the house.”
Chapter 1. Long journey
...moving away from the hot and dry sand, you head to the very edge of the shore, where a weak wave is already touching your toes, and real treasures are visible under the wet sand - shells and pebbles, which on this wet strip turn into a festive dragee with motley colored spots and veins . You sort through them, looking for the unusual ones, and then you stretch your legs into the water and lie there, feeling the tiny ebbs and flows while the salty waves splash across your stomach...
...moving away from the hot and dry sand, you head to the very edge of the shore, where a weak wave is already touching your toes, and real treasures are visible under the wet sand - shells and pebbles, which on this wet strip turn into a festive dragee with motley colored spots and veins . You sort through them, looking for the unusual ones, and then you stretch your legs into the water and lie there, feeling the tiny ebbs and flows while the salty waves splash across your stomach...
Chapter 2. Wildflowers
...a warm summer evening, the sun is already setting behind the horizon, painting the sky in bright colors, and you are standing knee-deep in the grass, inhaling the smell of wildflowers. There is silence all around, you can hear the rustling of leaves and crickets and the singing of birds, and you feel such lightness and carefreeness, as if time has stopped...
...a warm summer evening, the sun is already setting behind the horizon, painting the sky in bright colors, and you are standing knee-deep in the grass, inhaling the smell of wildflowers. There is silence all around, you can hear the rustling of leaves and crickets and the singing of birds, and you feel such lightness and carefreeness, as if time has stopped...
Chapter 3. Native land
...it’s the midday sun outside the window, grandma is making compote and jam in the kitchen, and you’re lying on the bed and lazily watching with your eyes the play of shadows, how the bright rays of the sun, passing through the white lace tulle, leave intricate patterns on the floor...
...it’s the midday sun outside the window, grandma is making compote and jam in the kitchen, and you’re lying on the bed and lazily watching with your eyes the play of shadows, how the bright rays of the sun, passing through the white lace tulle, leave intricate patterns on the floor...
