My art is my passion, I am my art. I have become an artist only in the past four years, with a brief  hiatus in between due to life`s circumstance. Becoming an artist has transpired through a most strange  incident--One winter night at age 83, I was told by an inner voice to pick up a brush and paint. And I have never stopped since, only momentarily in time--and I have produced voluminous numbers of works!

I have never studied painting, however the great masters have been my teachers in what I call `a channeled way` . One or two I call my personal mentors in some spiritual way. My works reflect nature in endless elegant forms. My very brush strokes are merely a shadow expression of the divinity that lies within creation. It is beauty that sustains all things that brings awareness alive that lives within all of us.I try to capture onto my canvas the mere precious moments that are ever changing, ever fluid which never return.

True, I am a late bloomer when it comes to painting but everything in life has a reason.  I choose to paint in the medium of oil, or rather it has chosen me in a most inexplicable way which I don`t understand myself. I paint for the mere joy it brings me and for others to see through my eyes the moments that are so very fleeting. I explore various  techniques, with realistic principles and a touch of impressionism which are mirrored from my work. It all flows from me like an unimpeded river.

Maybe it is because I remember the lovely lakes, rivers and babbling brooks from my childhood. I recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees--I forever seek them out once more to give the images life on my canvas. The opalescent dawns, azure skies, misty mornings and saffron sunsets--perhaps it is these images that conjure  up the magic within me. It has given me blessed release from care, worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return for me to the primitive and the peaceful--the way things were.

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life causes me anxiety  I seek refuge amongst the fields of wildflowers and mystical forests of my imagination. When I hear the wind wailing to the golden dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy and I am filled with joy to be able to paint these beautiful, haunting images of nature. I am a painter, I have been chosen to be a painter.

Katalin,
Toronto 2012

        
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`Evening at Blackstock` 18x24 Oil on canvas

`Morning has broken` 18x24 Oil on canvas

`Wildflowers` 16x20 Oil on canvas

`Reaching for the sun` 16x20 Oil on canvas

`Amongst the reeds` 18x24