"Between Gold and Wind"

This abstract piece opens a portal into an unseen reality. The upper part — a sky of pure azure, weightless and ethereal.

Below — a rose-toned depth, evoking earth, memory, or the origin of time. The boundary between them is soft, like breath — they blend, they echo each other.

Across this space shimmer intricate patterns, strokes, glimmers — and above all, gold. The gold leaf is not merely decorative; it is light, it is energy breaking through the texture.

The painting holds meaning, yet asks for none. It is a dream you don’t decode — you feel it. A moment suspended between worlds, where all that’s asked of you is to simply exist.

"Between Gold and Wind"

by Veranika Khvorashch

Ushba stands still, while the wind softly sings,
Snow spills its shimmer on whispering wings.
Stroke after stroke, the canvas breathes light,
The mountain — a prayer, serene in its height.

Down slips a figure, a shadow, a trace,
Carving a path with effortless grace.
He doesn't disturb — he flows with the air,
A flicker of motion in stillness so rare.

Like breath in the hush of a crystalline day,
A sign that true freedom won’t ever decay.
The silence remains, yet deeper it grows,
When man simply moves where the quiet wind blows.