‏Ohar is about clearing the path to observation; it does not insist on conveying a message or use art as a language for communication.
‏My daily journey through the small town that I love is filled with remarkable details, which I observe with great care as I walk alongside the mountains and hills through the seasons.
‏Spring,
‏Summer,
‏Autumn,
‏Winter.

‏Surrounded by mountains and hills, Ohar undergoes charming changes from season to season and month to month. Someone must be there to discover the flow and process of these everyday transformations.
‏Ohar is a moment of reflection in nature and the recreation of a transformative moment captured in a painting.
‏Only nature can be different every single day. Even if, for instance, you observe the same scene repeatedly on a specific day and time in spring, you will find it remarkably different each time.
‏The sky is never the same shade of cloudy, and the wheat fields are never the same shade of golden.
‏I could paint this scene for a long time and still not grow tired of it. I am not yet done with this combination of cool, damp wheat fields and cloudy skies.
‏These elements, when placed together, seem to possess a magic that brings them into harmony—effortlessly, without desire.
‏And even better, they guide you into the convincingly imaginative world