May Is Blowing (3)

This painting breathes like a sudden blaze. Violet and crimson striations cut across the space, like a vibrant twilight, while bursts of red and orange erupt like sparks. The breath here is not a gentle breeze but a fiery gust, almost volcanic, sweeping the colors into its whirlwind. The soothing green in the background seems to try to contain this overflow, yet the matter still surges forth, cleaving the canvas with its incandescent bursts. One senses the force of the wind bending branches, scattering petals, awakening embers. Each stroke of the knife becomes movement, trajectory, intensity. The gaze is drawn into this spiral, as if pulled toward an invisible source. It is a powerful breath, reminding us that nature is not only gentleness: it is also surge, energy, indomitable vitality. This painting is a celebration of life in its ardor—a painting that does not merely evoke the wind, but makes one feel it, almost physically.