Behind my inspiration to draw swans….
Winter.
On my usual run along the canal…
The sharp blades of the grass gently flicking my legs change their colour in the blink of an eye with rainbow shades: almost like thousand butterfly kisses - subtle and ephemeral.
The trees aside approach in irresistible majesty… it takes few seconds… then they dissappear. The bold contour of their dramatic branches and shapes gets even more intrusive as they stood there anonymous and cold.
Love it! Love trees!
The water is stale.
I could hardly notice a movement there. “This is a disguise”, I think “it is only on the surface..”. And then… then a graceful and sublime creature glides past: the White Swan. Majestic. Beautiful. Vivid and Courageous. Quiet and Calm. Its` snow-white feathers dazzle my eyes and make me stop.
Stop.
I have tried to create what I had seen and experienced that day. And I would like to believe a sparkle of that breathtaking beauty is captured in my work..
Reality transformed into fantasy… and somewhere there, hidden away, lies my solitary involvement with it.