Trees are familiar and necessary to me.
They get old. They get tall. They change through the seasons. The give shadow. They give shelter. They sing the song of the wind. They witness. They stay. They dance. “There is no poem that seem so beautiful to me than a tree”, said Joan Mitchel- and I agree.
willow in autumn, 95 x 200, canvas, oil
White nights wanderer: 60 x 70, oil on canvas, 2016
Blackbird and birches, oil on canvas, 40x 40
Birch, watercolour, 30 x 40,
Yellow autumn 2, watercolour, 27 x 20
White nights and appleblossom, 90 x 110, oil on canvas, 2016
Yellow autumn 3, watercolour, 27 x 20
Apple garden, 140 x 100, oil, 2010
Apple tree in winter, 70 x 50, monotype, 2004
Birches and path, 70 x 70, oil, 2012
Blackbird and winter, 60 x 40, oil, 2012
Branches and waters, 80 x 50, oil, 2012
Children in the woods, 70 x 70, oil, 2013
Old red lady, 100x 100, 2008
Pines and fears, 70 x 110, oil, 2012
Snowstorm, 60x 40, oil, 2012
Tree and birds, 80 x 60, oil, 2012
Waiting for spring, 40 x 60, oil, 2012
Wild apple tree, 40 x 28, oil on carton, 2016
Little pond in the Woods, 40 x 28, oil on carton, 2016
Fig tree in the snow, 80 x 60, oil on canvas
Autumn view, 120 x 90, oil on canvas, 2015
Bushes and hides, 40 x 40, oil on canvas, 2016
” Botanical garden Lisboa”( oil on canvas,2017, 100 x 100)
Late summerday 100×80 2018 Oil
Last glow 100×100 Oil colour
