I do not paint still life, but sometimes I still want a simple, understandable plot. A play of light and shadow, a combination of textures, a table, a wall, a vase… A bouquet of tea roses, fragrant and fresh. Shrub branches with bloody berries, as a counterbalance to the tenderness of roses. When I painted this picture, I deliberately turned off the bright light, so that it would not flood, neither the canvas nor nature. I really tried to convey a soft twilight, in which only the most important is snatched out, as if you were looking at the world with a slight squint, deliberately blurring all unimportant little things, snatching out only the big and necessary.