Oxana Panyushkina- Terrabonda, suoni e silenzi

For me, art is like a journey into memory, the recollection of a beautiful day in the woods. The scent of pine needles and flowers filled the air; the sun’s rays filtered through the tree branches, like a cascade of golden amber that fell and bathed the earth. The thrill of a butterfly whose fluttering wings brushed against my hand, a magical touch. It is the thrill of fleeting beauty, the curiosity of knowledge, the desire to possess it.