By ΠΠΈΠ»Π°Ρ ΠΠ°ΡΠΈ
ΠΠΈΠ»Π°Ρ ΠΠ°ΡΠΈ, 2025
ΠΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ ΠΠ°Π»Π΅ΡΠΈ, ΡΡΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ ΠΎΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π° ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½Π°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΠΈΠΉ ΠΈ ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠ·Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ. ΠΠ΅ΡΡΠΊΠ°Ρ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²Ρ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° Π΄ΡΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π½Ρ, Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π·Π½Π΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²Ρ β ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠ΅, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ½Π½Π°Ρ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π΅ΠΉ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠ°. ΠΠ΅ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²Π°, ΠΎΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π² ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ°, Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π² ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ°Ρ , Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΡΡ Π½Π° Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅. ΠΡΠΈ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡ, ΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π±Π΅Π»ΡΠ΅, ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΊΠΈ Π² Π΅Π΅ ΠΏΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡΠ΅ Π±Π»Π°Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡΡ Π΅ΠΌΡ. ΠΠ½ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ» ΡΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠΈΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠΌ ΡΡΠΏΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΌ, Π½ΠΎ Π² ΠΈΡΠΎΠ³Π΅ ΡΡΠ°Π» Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠΈΠΌ ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ Π² Π±Π΅Π·Π΄Π½Ρ.
Mari Milas, 2025
Valerie's life has been marked by three name changes and three profound loves. Childhood affection scarred her soul, while a painful relationship physically wounded her, yet true love ultimately gave her a voice. Her emotions, though varied in color, were always depicted with the same flowers on canvas. These flowers, inherently white, found new hues in her palette because of him. He offered to be a pretend husband, but instead became her salvation from a journey into despair.