This is my small ecological manifesto. I lead green screws with glossy, metallic heads out of a blurred, silvery violet background like plant stems, setting an industrial, technical object against the organic form of a flower with irony — this is a perverse comment about nature and civilization.
A grim vision of a meadow on which there will no longer be anything alive, only the scrap that man will leave behind him. We will no longer be there either by then. Streaks of white, gray and appearing accents of magenta build a restless, raw atmosphere.
We will have nothing to breathe, and instead of a blue sky a cloud of poisonous fumes will hang above us. This is a bold, conceptual painting of expressive character, which will become an intriguing point of conversation in a modern, industrial interior.
Oil on canvas, 60 × 60 cm. An original work, a single copy, signed, with a certificate of authenticity.