Although the reference for this image was shot in Russia (by Alexandr Parkhomenko) it might just as well be the area of eastern Poland where I grew up, with the same majestic river on the border with former Soviet Union. The cotton candy colors of the low hanging sun!

Winter form my Childhood Memory

Fascinated by the strong sunlight contre-jour I decided to keep the color palette limited adn focus on the light effect.

Through the Fence

In the series of snowscapes from my child memories: backlit snowy forrest. Oil painting on stretched cotton canvas

Powdered Forest

Farmland covers more than half of The Netherlands, there is no escape from its distinctive elements. The area where I live is dotted with farm buildings and areable fields. This farm along my everyday dog-walking route changes with seasons. This early January scene has gripped my heart because of the light show the winter has rolled out before my eyes. Still, every line in this painting leeds to the farm building, revealing to us how each element of the landscape tells the story of shaping the nature to the our own needs.

Thawing Blanket - winter's retreat from farmland

There is nothing more refreshing than a cold crispy winter morning... Especially when the sun rises above the roofs of a sleepy town. The light elevates every element of landscape, sculpting the hard, straight building edges into more organic structures. As a lover of nature's design I love to play with man-made forms and reshape them back into rocks they orginally came from.

Crispy Cold Morning

Amazing, how every bit of Dutch landscape nowadays tells us a story of humans shaping their surroundings! Wherever I go, the scenes I see and admire always bear traces of a human touch. This cold January sunrise  depicts the degree of change in weather patterns, revealing the sorry shape our winters currently take. No matter, the winter palette is amazing to work with and makes my heart sing!

Human touch

Based on photograph by a Russian photographer

Snow Arrived in the Forest

Full-on Winter

Nowadays this is a typical winter scene in the Netherlands: abundance of gray veiled in whisps of mist. Its ethereal beauty makes good on the loss of snowy softness that is increasingly rare in current climat.<br />
Oil painting on linen canvas

The Misty Veil

Winter Solastalgia brings together nine oil paintings shaped by memory, loss, and changing seasons. The works arise from a personal dialogue between the winters of my childhood in Eastern Poland and the winters of today in Western Europe. I look back with deep longing to landscapes once buried under abundant snow, a world defined by silence, cold, and joy. These memories now stand in sharp contrast to the increasingly scarce white winters in the Netherlands.

The paintings carry a sense of painful absence, a mourning for what has slipped away, and an awareness of environmental change driven by human intervention. Moving between dream and reality, the scenes are neither purely nostalgic nor documentary. Instead, they hover in an in-between space where recollection, imagination, and present-day observation intertwine. Winter Solastalgia is both a personal elegy and a quiet reflection on a climate that no longer holds still.