Summer
Viktoria Protsiv
48 x 51
Paper, silk, ink, watercolor
In a moon-kissed glade, where reality and dreams entwine, stands our ethereal protagonist. She is a vision of otherworldly beauty, her presence a delicate dance between magic and melancholy.
Cascading like a silken waterfall, her hair flows in gentle waves, catching the moonlight. Each strand whispers secrets of forgotten constellations.
Adorning her head, a wreath of celestial blooms—forget-me-nots, moonflowers, and stardust-dusted roses. Their petals shimmer with cosmic hues.
Around her, an ephemeral aura pulses—a dance of fireflies and whispered wishes. It weaves through the air, leaving trails of luminescence.
The canvas behind is a cosmic tapestry. A crescent moon hangs low, its silver curve cradling dreams. Stars—diamonds flung across the velvet sky—form constellations known only to her.
This is twilight magic—the moment when reality blurs, and imagination takes flight. She exists at the edge of sleep, where wishes are spun into existence.
Let your heart unfurl like a fragile moth drawn to moonlight. For within this artwork lies a portal—to realms unseen, to the dance of stardust, and to the ache of beauty too vast for mortal hearts
Oksana Protsiv was born in 1961 in Chimkent, Kazakhstan. In 1984 she graduated from the Lviv State Institute of Applied and Decorative Arts (now the Lviv National Academy of Arts). Since 1992 she has been presenting her works at exhibitions. Participant of regional, national and international exhibitions.
She is engaged in easel graphics, painting, iconography. His works can be found in galleries and private collections in Ukraine, Russia, Canada, Poland, and the Netherlands. He lives and works in Lviv.
The works are made in the original technique: paper, silk, ink, pen, watercolor.
Description
48 x 51
Paper, silk, ink, watercolor
In a moon-kissed glade, where reality and dreams entwine, stands our ethereal protagonist. She is a vision of otherworldly beauty, her presence a delicate dance between magic and melancholy.
Cascading like a silken waterfall, her hair flows in gentle waves, catching the moonlight. Each strand whispers secrets of forgotten constellations.
Adorning her head, a wreath of celestial blooms—forget-me-nots, moonflowers, and stardust-dusted roses. Their petals shimmer with cosmic hues.
Around her, an ephemeral aura pulses—a dance of fireflies and whispered wishes. It weaves through the air, leaving trails of luminescence.
The canvas behind is a cosmic tapestry. A crescent moon hangs low, its silver curve cradling dreams. Stars—diamonds flung across the velvet sky—form constellations known only to her.
This is twilight magic—the moment when reality blurs, and imagination takes flight. She exists at the edge of sleep, where wishes are spun into existence.
Let your heart unfurl like a fragile moth drawn to moonlight. For within this artwork lies a portal—to realms unseen, to the dance of stardust, and to the ache of beauty too vast for mortal hearts
