My first encounter with this icon was in my grandmother’s home.
There, in the corner of the room, beneath an icon of the Virgin Mary, an oil lamp always burned.
I don’t remember any words or prayers — but I remember the silence.
I remember the feeling of not being alone.
Over the years, I came to understand that an icon is not meant to impress.
It doesn’t need to “please.”
It should stop you. Gather you. Remind you.
Of something quieter than the noise within us.
And brighter than any paint.
When I began this icon, it wasn’t just a project — it was a return.
To that room. To that silence.
To a gaze that doesn’t just look at you — it sees you.
Tempera paints
22 carat gold
Dimensions: 16/13 cm.
My first encounter with this icon was in my grandmother’s home.
There, in the corner of the room, beneath an icon of the Virgin Mary, an oil lamp always burned.
I don’t remember any words or prayers — but I remember the silence.
I remember the feeling of not being alone.
Over the years, I came to understand that an icon is not meant to impress.
It doesn’t need to “please.”
It should stop you. Gather you. Remind you.
Of something quieter than the noise within us.
And brighter than any paint.
When I began this icon, it wasn’t just a project — it was a return.
To that room. To that silence.
To a gaze that doesn’t just look at you — it sees you.
Tempera paints
22 carat gold
Dimensions: 16/13 cm.
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