Bees

"Bees" are the most poetic of my painting series.There is an impression memory and dream. Formally, it is a festival of colors, a festival of painting means, luminous hot colors, various textures from light to heavy, dripping with paint. I recall the figure of my father, by the passion - beekeeper. I know this smell, it's the May hot sun, the explosion of flowering, buzzing pollination, multiflorous stimulation, sweet and sticky. I also know allergies, swollen fingers, itchy ankle and foot like a balloon, stings like injections or vice versa. And this picture of spring blooming, young greenery, great strength and will to live.