Swamp Garden

If previous paintings reflected some association, now I wanted to go to complete surrealism, which would show that pure spring- like falling in love feeling. This feeling talks about a yearly return of life and resurrection. I think that trees feel in love in spring and this is exactly what wakes them up and forces to bloom and blossom. April is this month, when life festival starts in nature. Imagine what it means to be an organism of such a scale, which sprouts from a small grain, blossoms, gives fruit, and finally falls and dries, until it digests itself and resurrects again- be it a plant, a snail, a bird. What a motivation this must be, which encourages resurrection even from dead? I believe the motivation is precisely this longing for falling in love, which for me means nothing else, but a desire to live and to experience. During the usual walk in the forest I stopped near the swamp and observed life there. Swamp gifted me with good news, the remembering, that I am a part of this organism. And if time of this life stopped and I had to slump in the same swamp, then all plants, snails, worms and slugs would quickly rush into resurrecting me for the new time, new experience. Who was so smart and thought of this whole process- hiding an egg in the egg itself?