Daria Okhrimenko Paintings

The Biggest Fish in a Pond, 90/70/2 cm acrylic on canvas We spend so much time trying to become the biggest fish in the pond. A little more successful, a little more admired, a litt...

Home is not walls or shelter — it’s what quietly holds us when the world keeps moving. The dogs stand before the red house as if it were memory made visible. They are the keepers of ...

New Girl in Town captures that delicate, almost imperceptible feeling of being slightly out of rhythm with the world around you — where everything seems settled, familiar, already un...

Everyone wants to be heard. Some whisper. Some raise their voices. And some simply lift a claw draped in pearls and wait for the room to fall silent. Confidence isn’t always loud. So...

Some people spend a lifetime searching for proof that they belong to someone. Others quietly become a home for themselves. This lobster isn’t waiting by the sea. It has already found...

Emotionally Unavailable but Moisturized is a quiet little rebellion against the pressure to always be available, productive, emotionally articulate, healed, glowing, thriving… prefer...

Fancy a Cup of Tea? is about the quiet rituals of friendship. The conversations that begin with something ordinary and end somewhere much deeper. A cup of tea, a familiar chair, a tr...

In Search of a Cerulean Sweater plays with the idea of difference — of standing side by side while belonging to entirely different worlds. It reflects that quiet, often overlooked st...

On the red ground, black silhouettes stand still — quiet, alert, unbothered. They guard nothing and search for nothing — they simply see. Their presence fills the space with a weight...

Who Does She Think She Is? It is the question often asked, quietly or aloud, whenever someone chooses not to shrink themselves. This painting is about the courage to take up space, e...

With Girls on a Random Friday Night is about the quiet rituals that keep us close to ourselves and to each other. In a world obsessed with productivity, comparison, and always moving...

Set against a vibrant floral dress, the dog rests in the woman’s arms — not held back, but held close. Her gesture is not control, but care. The painting captures a shared moment of ...

They brought their own living room to the middle of nowhere. Because why wait for the perfect place when you can create your own atmosphere? Pearls at sunset. Coffee on a picnic blan...

A Meal Alone with Oneself is not about solitude, but about returning — to your own rhythm, your own desires, your own quiet center. In a world that constantly asks for more, faster, ...

In this work, two female figures rest on a blanket in the shade of trees, their bodies immersed in the softness and stillness of summer. A black dog lying between them becomes a symb...

Shrimps Wanna Have Cocktails Too is a quiet rebellion served on a silver plate, a reminder that even those placed on the sidelines of the table deserve the center of the scene, becau...

Life rarely arrives exactly as planned. Sometimes it spills the lemons before you even make it home. We are constantly told to turn every setback into a success story, to stay produc...

This painting is about the strange magic of gathering together just because you want to, not because it is useful, productive, or necessary. In the middle of endless schedules, self-...

The dog’s gaze meets a bouquet of pink flowers — not to possess, but to witness. There’s no tension here, only quiet coexistence. Daria captures the delicate balance of softness and ...

Two silhouettes stand steady on the bright yellow field, as if listening to the sky shift above them. The horizon holds its deep blue line, calm and certain, while a burst of pink ri...

In this work, the artist portrays a woman who has allowed herself to let go of effort. Her slightly slumped posture is not weakness, but a conscious decision to release the tension o...

This dreamer appears to come from a world of her own invention: the hat, the closed eyes, the calm poise, the earring as a quiet emblem of play. She constructs herself outside of imp...

She is not holding anything up. Not her spine, not her breath, not your expectations. Her body has dropped the performance. Her skin belongs only to her. A shoulder bare, a shirt fal...

The portrait of the dreamer in white is a portrait of silence where all striving has stopped. Her closed eyes speak not of detachment, but of deep self-presence. This is a woman out...