Waiting for spring

by Lucian Muntean
| March 23, 2026
| Painting


After a long winter of snow and cold, nature begins to awaken from hibernation. Living beings—birds and plants—casually reveal their fragility, searching for the first signs of spring. They are filled with hope in an unpredictable and wild world.


These paintings are a continuation of the Winter Mood series and also serve as a metaphor for human fragility.

Some of these artworks are in private collection  in Romania.

Technique – Japanese ink on Lanaquarelle paper, 300 g/m², 100% cotton; dimensions: 28×19 cm, 38×28 cm, 56×38 cm. 2026

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