Hıdırellez is painted like a rite flame pitched against a sea dark horizon, a small blaze holding its ground before the season turns. The work gathers the folklore of renewal into a single image: a bonfire that keeps memory warm while asking for release.
Ember oranges and smoked violets strike against tidal greens and indigo blues. Oil drags and lifts across the surface; thick gestures lick upward as if the fire were breathing. Around it, traces of feet and shadows suggest a circle we cannot fully see the dance that makes the vow, the leap that leaves the old year behind.
Hıdırellez is not nostalgia but invocation. It invites the viewer to step toward heat, to name what must be shed and to carry the horizon like a promise. Color here is a blessing; the flame, a passage.