Under the Transylvanian Sky - Where My Inspiration Begins

🍂 The silence that breathes

The morning mist still clings to the edge of the forest. Light filters through the branches, soft and patient, touching the ground in fragments.

Carpathian Forest

I walk slowly, following no trail, just the rhythm of the earth beneath my feet. Here, in the heart of Transylvania, silence isn’t empty — it’s alive.

Every painting I create begins here - before the brush, before the canvas. It begins in this air, in this stillness. This land doesn’t shout; it whispers.

And if you listen long enough, you start to understand its language - the same one that speaks through color, form and texture later in my work.

🌲 The inner landscape

Transylvania is more than a place for me - it’s a presence. Its forests breathe with memory, its hills guard centuries of stories. The air carries both peace and mystery, a contrast I try to preserve in every painting.

Sometimes I think the land paints itself through me. The muted greens, the sudden bursts of red or gold and purple - they are the emotions of the forest translated into pigment.

🎨 Sketches and first visions

As I wander, I stop often. I sketch quickly: a bird landing on a branch, the curve of a fallen trunk, the way mist softens the horizon. These are not drawings meant to impress. They’re memory anchors. Later, in the studio, they become the quiet foundation of future paintings.

In plein air sketching, I don’t look for perfection. I look for truth - that fleeting line that feels alive.

☁️ Between nature and emotion

When I’m alone in the woods, I realize painting is not about capturing what I see; it’s about absorbing what I feel. The silence, the air, the fleeting sense that the world is both eternal and fragile.

These emotions don’t appear instantly on canvas. They stay with me for days, sometimes weeks, until they find a way to the surface.

“I paint with the fog of early mornings and the silence of pine forests. Every hue I choose has once lived in the sky above me.”

View towards Piatra Craiului Mountains

🖌️ The invisible process

Before I paint, I often sit in silence. No music, no distraction. I wait until the images and sensations from nature start to take form in my mind; a blend of memory and imagination.

Painting becomes a continuation of that walk in the forest, a translation from landscape to soul.

💭 Reflection

Home is not a single place - it’s a collection of skies we carry inside. When collectors tell me they feel so much by looking at my paintings, I smile. Maybe what they feel is not just color and composition, but a fragment of this silence.

Bran Castle (Dracula’s Castle) into the heart of Transylvania

“Art begins where words end — under the same sky, where everything connects.”

🌿 Final invitation

What landscape breathes inside your soul?
I’d love to hear where you find your stillness - share it in the comments below and let’s spread beauty and peace !