Die Farbe der Liebe

Die Inspiration des Künstlers für diese Vision entspringt einer tiefen Wertschätzung für das harmonische Zusammenspiel der Energien in Momenten der Liebe und Verbundenheit. Er ist fasziniert von der transformativen Kraft dieser Momente, in denen die unterschiedlichen, aber sich ergänzenden Energien des Weiblichen und des Männlichen nahtlos ineinander übergehen. Diese Vereinigung ist nicht nur körperlich, sondern auch geistig und emotional und schafft eine Symphonie der Einheit, die individuelle Grenzen überschreitet.

There it is. 240 centimeters wide. 145 centimeters high.

And something has changed.
Not the furniture. Not the lighting. But something in the air.

The colors vibrate as if they were breathing. The yellow roses glow as if the light were coming from within. The red gradually turns to orange, then back to scarlet.

The blue hydrangeas are so deep you could almost fall into them.
And suddenly you breathe differently.
Not faster. Not slower. Deeper.

You don't notice it at first.

But as time goes by, something subtly shifts within you.
Your morning coffee becomes a little slower. Conversations at the dinner table become deeper. Guests stay longer. Your evenings become more peaceful.

And then you realize:
This picture isn't decoration. It's transformation.

Not because it's "beautiful." (Although it is.) Not because it's "expensive." (Although it is.)

But because it changes how you feel in the space where you live.

When Diversity Creates Unity

The Color of Love is not "just" a picture of flowers.

It is a visual answer to the question we all carry within ourselves:
"How can we belong together when we are all so different?"

Look at the picture again.
Roses—curving inward in a spiral, with a velvety texture that you can almost feel. Yellow, red, pink—each one a unique shade.

Hydrangeas—thousands of tiny, dense flower heads, like a living galaxy. Blue, purple, turquoise—so deep you could fall into them.

Gerberas—smiling at you like a child's face. Orange, lemon yellow, coral red.
And the lilies of the valley—delicate, misty, connecting everything like an invisible thread.

Each one is different. Each one is itself.
And yet... together... they create harmony.
Not because they are the same. Because they are different.

This is the meeting of feminine and masculine energies. The dissolution of boundaries. The purest form of love: the unconditional acceptance of otherness.