Irinka Talakhadze Paintings

In 1757, the Sèvres porcelain manufactory created a pink so particular it needed her name: rose Pompadour. Madame de Pompadour hadn’t asked for restraint. She wanted a colour dense e...

In Japan, pink has never needed translation. It belongs to cherry blossoms — sakura — and to a specific, aching kind of beauty: not despite its shortness, but because of it. The blos...

"Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being." – Eckhart Tolle Immerse yourself in the vibrant colors and scul...

Not every painting begins with a question. Some begin with a brush, a knife, and whatever arrives. Many Roses is exactly that — a painting that happened. Branches form a loose circl...

Acrylic on linen canvas, 50x50x2 cm / 19,7x19,7x0,8 in. This painting features a serene composition of red and pink roses, capturing the essence of tranquility and self-contentment....

Not everything on this branch is really there. Some leaves are painted thick, textured, catching light from across the room. Others are only shadows — flat, dark shapes with no weigh...

"Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness." – Eckhart Tolle In Flower ...

"Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness." — Eckhart Tolle Let your g...

"Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness." – Eckhart Tolle This origi...

Some gardens are loudest in the parts you almost miss. Here, the eye has to work a little — deep violet-black blossoms with small gold centers sit half in shadow, half caught by ligh...

PACEM APPELLANT 2026 Paris, France This oil painting is built on a ground of deep crimson and oxblood red, its surface richly textured with layered paint that feels worked and accum...

The second hour. The stillness has not broken — it has only made room. Two roses now, close but not touching, each holding its own quiet. They do not lean into one another; they sim...