Original artwork description:

I painted this work as a confession of love to Paris — not the postcard-perfect city, but the living one: noisy, slightly tired, and irresistibly magnetic. “Saturday Evening in Paris” was born from my personal sensation of the city at that precise moment when the day has already let go, and the night has not yet fully arrived.

I deliberately distorted the perspective. The buildings lean toward one another as if whispering secrets, the street flows like a river, and the windows glow as though each one holds a separate life. Paris has never been static to me — it breathes, vibrates, and speaks in the language of color. That is why there are no straight lines or calm surfaces here; everything moves, pulses, and lives.

The red cars on the street are the rhythm of the evening, its heartbeat. They are less about transportation and more about emotion — visual accents that keep time with the city’s pulse. I chose intense, almost daring colors because this is how I feel a Saturday evening: slightly chaotic, full of sound, yet warm and inviting. The deep blue sky presses down over the street, enhancing the sense of closeness and intimacy.
The signs, fragments of words, and broken lettering are not meant to be read — they are meant to be felt. They are the visual noise of Paris, its music. I was not seeking accuracy; I wanted to capture the sensation of a moment — when you walk down the street, hear laughter, footsteps, voices drifting from cafés, and suddenly realize you are exactly where you are meant to be.

This painting is my Parisian evening.
My vision.
My conversation with a city that is never the same, yet always unmistakably itself.

Materials used:

Oil paints.

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