NataDaMano

Joined Artfinder: Oct. 2015

Artworks for sale: 42

(17)

Croatia

Updates from NataDaMano's studio

  • Painting lighthouses is my new obsession

    Painting lighthouses is my new obsession

    As an artist, I am constantly inspired by the world around me – the colors, the shapes, the textures, and the emotions that I experience on a daily basis. I channel these inspirations into my art, creating pieces that are vibrant, expressive, and meaningful to me. My medium of choice is acrylic paint, and I have developed a unique technique that I call "frothing." This involves applying thick layers of paint to the canvas and then manipulating the paint with a stream of water from a sprayer in a purely intuitive process. The resulting works are abstract and impressionistic, with a sense of movement and energy that is truly one-of-a-kind. In addition to my "frothing" paintings, I also enjoy creating realistic and detailed paintings of lighthouses. These iconic structures have always fascinated me, and I love the challenge of capturing their grandeur and beauty in my art. I am constantly evolving as an artist, and I am always seeking new ways to express myself and connect with my audience. Whether through my "frothing" paintings or my lighthouse works, I hope my art brings joy and inspiration to others, just as it does to me.

    05 January 2023
    Perseverance

    Perseverance

    From as long as I can remember, I was never good at things that require patience. Hastiness mixed together with stubbornness sometimes take me to endeavours where giving up is simply not an option. One such endeavour was in my early twenties while I was still living with my parents at the county side. After years and years of negotiations and promises my father finally lifted up a fence around a piece of plot on our back yard where I wanted to have a flower garden and a proper English lawn. But as we were poor and didn’t have our own lawn mower, I had to lend it from time to time from my neighbour. He was ok with it, until he started complaining that knives on the mower have been damaged and that I am careless kid who does not know how to operate that device. I was heartbroken. I knew that there was no chance that I would have done anything nearly damaging to it. I was everything but careless! It was early May, the grass was so fresh and lively, enjoying itself in the morning sun, but also ready to be cut. As stubborn as I can be sometimes, I took normal scissors and started cutting. Bit by bit. Few square centimetres by centimetres. Few hours one day. Then the second. My hands were full of blisters, some of them cracked, but I didn’t give up. After third day, some of them started bleeding, but I didn’t give up. I was determined to go on until last blade of grass was cut. So you can understand the level of my disappointment and anger when I came home on the forth day and I saw my lawn mowed with a mower. My dad, God bless his good intentions, could not stand watching me cutting that lawn with the scissors and went to that neighbour again to lend the mower. My Lone trees are product of almost such a labour, except no one stepped in to help me finish them. In these treetops there are hundreds, maybe thousands of dabs of paint in several layers all there to give you this feeling of exuberant boldness and courage.

    21 January 2021