Each piece in this series represents a memory of a flower that my mother and grandmother grew in their gardens. In Belarus, flowers were a luxury—most people preferred to grow food—but in my family, flowers were always abundant and shaped my love for nature and beauty.

My memories often emerge like bright, vivid spots in an otherwise expansive void, appearing when least expected and vanishing just as quickly when I attempt to hold onto them. These fleeting recollections serve as the perfect subject for my artistic practice—abstract, vibrant, and undefined, flowing into one another without sharp boundaries. When I recall them, I relive the emotions, much like I do with the color codes I use in my paintings.