@Jewelsofhuls The post is now available to everyone! Here's the link ☺️❤️ https://t.co/8hk32dHSmk

🤍

and a few more paintings

A gratitude post🤍 I am grateful to each of you for the support, faith, and love you've given me over the past two years here During this time, I've met wonderful people and created many paintings And it's all thanks to you! Thank you 🫂

I'm sitting in a coffee shop with a my notebook, my head full of ideas and thoughts that I'm reformatting into a sketch Then I get a congratulatory message from my family It turns out that today is Artist's Day in Ukraine Today's my day 🥰

Wooden puzzles depicting the painting "My thoughts, my thoughts" The puzzles are shaped like Ukrainian symbols If you want these puzzles, send me a DM ☺️

Today is a quiet Saturday, without any air raids I hope it stays that way Today I'm taking an autumn walk around the city center I love the smell of rain and leaves 🍂

morning after a hard night

This is a mockup of puzzles in different formats ☺️ If you're interested in the puzzles, send me a DM or comment below this post🤍

I spent the whole day today creating puzzle layouts for printing, and they're finally ready🤍 A limited-edition, collectible wooden puzzle featuring my painting "My thoughts, my thoughts" The puzzles are shaped like Ukrainian symbols (A1 A2 A3 A4) An example is below the post👇🏻

A coffee break helps you escape your daily routine a bit And it's okay if it's in the evening 😅

Good morning! My rainy autumn morning begins with a cup of hot coffee I've loved Thursdays since childhood May your Thursday be positive and happy, too🤍

This place now heals his wounds. A melody begins to play — a story of a journey. A journey home

finally exhale, rest, and listen to the peace of his land,his beloved landscapes, the melody of his instrument. Surrounded by the love of his woman, who understands him without words. She simply stands beside him — presence as support, as healing. He longed for this moment…

soil, blooming flowers, the cherry tree in blossom — all led him back to his yard, where she stood, her eyes full of light, her prayers having guarded his sky above. His hands once held a saber, now they hold a kobza. A Cossack who endured the long road home —who can…

by smoke, comrades falling one by one. Every sunrise brought hope, every sunset — quiet sorrow. And through it all, his thoughts were at home. Many years later, he finally stepped onto his native land. His gaze — thoughtful, weary. A long road lay behind him. The scent of fresh..

An expressive, sincere face framed by a soft smile. He left behind his family home, where his parents had raised him,where his beloved waited, following him with her eyes as he went on a long journey. Years of battles passed — the roar of war over the steppe,the sky blackened..

Painting “My thoughts, my thoughts” 2025 The story that came alive in the painting: He left when he was in his forties. His eyes had not yet seen loss and pain — his gaze and spirit were still sharp. Energy radiated through his laughter, his voice filled every space…

I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments🤍 https://t.co/8hk32dHSmk

Yesterday I spent the whole day writing a post on Patreon🤍 And thanks to the text, the notes I've been making for two months, and my reflection, I gave myself many answers to what was bothering me internally The post is free and available to everyone more 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

will be glad if you write your opinion in the comments under the post! It is very important for me 🫂🤍 https://t.co/8hk32dHSmk