Batik as a present

The memory of the Heavenly flowers disquiets my soul; the joy of the ancient myths prevents me from despair.

Again and again, trying to revive the old memories, to revoke sleeping sensations with the harmony of the lines, I cover the snow-white canvasses with wax and paint.

When you wrap yourself with the batik scarf you may unexpectedly strike the chord of the past emotion and suddenly recognise in the passer-by the same Tahiti girl that delighted the eye of Gauguin; the everyday view from your window will transform into Yellow Submarine landscape when you place a bright work of art next to it. The sounds of the ancient drums will resonance in the reality of the megapolice.

Sometimes you only have to stretch the arm and choose — and the choice is always yours.

There is colour for everyone!