Painting by inna kharchuk

Like petrichor — the fleeting scent that emerges after a long silence of drought — the works evoke a space between body and nature filled with meaning that is both tender and powerful. The black-and-white palette of the figures contrasts with the colorful collage fragments, emphasizing the tension between the felt present and the shadow of the past, between the visible and the hidden — between the silence of the body and the voice of memory. Beneath the skin lies a garden. This garden is a symbol of the same earth awakened by petrichor after the rain: a garden of memories sprouting within the space of maternal closeness, a garden that becomes both body and soul at once.