ALISA KRYTSAK
Fantasy Artist | Toronto, Canada
Exploring the intersection of nature and mythology through vibrant paintings in acrylics and colored pencil.
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The Light Within Me 
The Light Within Me
Some battles are only visible to the person fighting them. This one took me a while. Finishing it felt like something.
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Albo Monstera 
Albo Monstera
Albo Monstera, such elegant plant with beautiful contrasts, inspired Alisa for a painting.
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Butterfly Horse 
Butterfly Horse
A fairy-horse spirit born where nature and magic intertwine, moving gently through enchanted forests with wings soft as petals.
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Caring Hope 
Caring Hope
The most precious thing we all have is hope. It keeps us moving, and so does this little boy. The precious goat is the last thing he has, and it symbolizes the hope we shoulder through the depths of life.
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Collected, Calm & Chill 
Collected, Calm & Chill
Collected, calm, and chill. A figure breathes into stillness, hair flowing into leaves, becoming inseparable from the green world around her. This is what it looks like to root yourself, not in place, but in peace.
There’s no hurry here, no noise. Just the quiet exhale of someone who’s learned to let nature hold them for a while.
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Cry-nion 
Cry-nion
For once, the onion gets to cry. Wrapped in its own papery layers, it sheds tears that are its alone, a reversal of roles. There’s something both touching and amusing about an onion finally getting its turn to feel, to grieve, to be vulnerable beneath all that protective armour.
A playful meditation on who does the crying, and why we protect ourselves in layers.
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Floating 
Floating
Four hours, start to finish. Inspired by the emotional weight of Arcane and The Line, this piece happened fast, no sketches, no second-guessing. Just instinct and colour responding to a story that demanded to be painted.
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Flower Head 
Flower Head
A small creature from Alisa’s world, the Flower Head girl, delicate as spring’s first petal. She’s not made for this world. Bring her here, and she’d wither in a day, but in her own environment, she blooms and thrives.
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Harbinger of Holidays 
Harbinger of Holidays
Inspired by Ukrainian Holidays symbols and mythology. She’s the one that carries the festive spirit, accompained by a snowfall and a carol of bells.
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Lamb kissed by Butterfly 
Lamb kissed by Butterfly
Born from a flower kissed by a butterfly. Now the little lamb leaves home, stepping from petals into adventure.
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Lil' Hamster 
Lil' Hamster
A tiny creature from Alisa’s world, Lil’ Hamster sits atop a mushroom, with long blue twin-tails that glow softly. It may be small, but it shines bright, offering light and comfort to those passing by in the forest.
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Living Stone 
Living Stone
A quiet relic from Alisa’s world, the Living Stone shifts with the seasons, its surface flowing from golden bronze to silver to weathered stone. Ever-changing, it tells the passing traveler what time of year it is, without a single word.
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Morning Dew 
Morning Dew
A still moment from Alisa’s world, a flower cradles a drop of morning dew, holding it like a secret. Just before it drinks, the light catches, and for a breath of time, it lives between thirst and bloom.
Rendered in luminous acrylics with jewel-toned purples, pinks, and deep teals, this piece captures that fleeting instant where beauty suspends itself. The dewdrop glows with pearlescent brilliance against moody depths.
A singular work of extraordinary vision.
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Mushroom Fox 
Mushroom Fox
A shy creature from Alisa’s world, the Mushroom Fox sleeps curled on top of a mushroom cap, blending in so well it’s almost invisible. Only those with a sharp eye will spot it, nestled quietly where magic hides in plain sight.
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One Thread I 
One Thread I
One ancient god, cloud-soft and weightless. They hold their end of a golden thread that stretches across dimensions to their companion. Pure joy keeps them connected, not power, not duty. Just this simple thing between them, holding everything in balance.
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One Thread II 
One Thread II
The other half of something unbreakable. This cloud-like spirit grips the same golden thread, feeling their counterpart across worlds. Two gods who found each other through the most honest thing: play. Their joy is what keeps the universe from falling apart.
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Seed-sowing Bird 
Seed-sowing Bird
This piece tells the story of the Seed-sowing Bird, a little flier who carries seeds in its beak, dropping them as it goes. Wherever they fall, flowers bloom. Its mission is to fill the world with more plants.
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Silent Storm 
Silent Storm
The weight of everything presses down like storm clouds. She holds a small creature close, the only warmth in a world of blue and rain. One quiet tear says what words can’t.
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Sinister Snake 
Sinister Snake
Inspired by a real chapter in Alisa’s life, this piece holds a quiet caution. A beautiful boy smiles gently, wrapped in soft, cotton-coloured light, but the snake coiled around him tells another story. There’s danger in the sweetness, and not every soft colour means safety.
Something here smiles too sweetly.
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Spring Blooming 
Spring Blooming
Made for March 8th, a day of blossoms and women. Her pink hair, soft like petals, is gathered in her hands and shaped into the number 8, a symbol of renewal and endless strength.
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Sprout 
Sprout
A memory from Alisa’s childhood of festive kindergarten events. Usually children were dressed in their best costumes or puffy dresses with white patterned tights, read little poems about nature and animals while proud parents watched. Everything is bright. Everything is too much. And somewhere in the middle of it all, a small figure stands very still. Mouth open only when allowed. It’s too dangerous to have your own voice.
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Tangled Sleep 
Tangled Sleep
This piece pictures everything Alisa’s art is about. Human, animal, and plant woven together in a circle, the shape of our planet. It symbolizes the core of Alisa’s world and art.
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Two Sisters I 
Two Sisters I
Lost in a dark forest, she can’t see her sister but knows she’s there. Hints float in the air, mushroom spores, whispers, something familiar. Born connected by blood but divided by fate. Different in every way that matters, yet somehow the same.
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Two Sisters II 
Two Sisters II
Somewhere in the same darkness, the other sister searches. She sees traces, feels echoes of someone who shares her blood but not her path. The mystery hasn’t unraveled yet. Maybe it will. Maybe that’s not the point.
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Two Souls I 
Two Souls I
This gentle deer exists in their own world, yet somehow feels their companion’s presence. They might find separate homes, but they’ll always watch over each other. Maybe you’ll meet the person who takes the other one home. Maybe you’ll discover you already know them.
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Two Souls II 
Two Souls II
Same bond, different colors. This quiet spirit lives apart from their mirror but never truly alone. You could keep them both. You could share one with someone you love. Or they might find their way to a stranger who gets it—who sees what you see in these two.
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Winter's Wind 
Winter's Wind
Fierce, ancient, uncompromising winter’s wind swirling across frozen fields. It takes the form of a strong masculine figure. Beard flowing like frozen water, eyes sharp with the clarity only cold brings, bells scattered throughout echoing Ukrainian winter traditions.
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Woven 
Woven
Red bird eats red berries from the stick with red ribbon. The elegant lady grows her horns slowly from it, you’re witnessing an intimate moment of symbiosis and quiet exchange.
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Celestial Dream 
Celestial Dream
A dreamy dream, a soft relief. Eyes heavy, stars bright it will take you to the safe space for a moment and wrap you up in fluffy clouds.
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Flow of the Fox 1 
Flow of the Fox 1
This series is a mix of my infinite love for the figure of the fox and the flow of life which can take different shapes and colours. No matter how different it can be, it’s still a fox, still here guiding you.
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Flow of the Fox 2 
Flow of the Fox 2
This series is a mix of my infinite love for the figure of the fox and the flow of life which can take different shapes and colours. No matter how different it can be, it’s still a fox, still here guiding you.
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Stranger 
Stranger
Am I a stranger here? Or my colors are also around me in this foreign place I’ve entered? I’m scared but curious, I’m different but beautiful. Will I find my place in here or should I run away? I will find out.