Olga Klim fine art

Sometimes you remember a person's hands better than their face. For me, my grandma's hands are her portrait; I remember every detail, every touch. I wanted to depict her flowing veins, and the skin's crevices, which like rivers streamed amid green hills. River-like hands.

If, like mine, your past has involved a piano, it's keys will always be your future, despite the painting's edges.

Some say Jay Gatsby lived upon these shores. Who knows? It is known for sure that Francis Scott Fitzgerald resided here. Perhaps recalling these places he wrote "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

Here can be your story. Please, don't hesitate to send it to me.

Inspired by the special colors of Long Island's waves.

Here can be your story. Please, don't hesitate to send it to me.

Once, Jacky spent the last days in these club before leaving with her husband for Dallas. Only ruins now hold the memory of the club itseld, but Jacky's boat may yet return.

I want to reflect all the feeling of an immigrant in the eyes of this young, beautiful woman, who fled from the war in Kiev: felling of being lost and unsure, worry for the family that was left behind, fear and anxiety before beginning a new and unknown life, but also hope, hope for the better future.

A phone call. Sometimes you long for it, but it never comes. Or has it already happened? Regargless, afterwards a smoke is in order.