Discovering yourself for yourself is something absolutely fascinating - and I think it can be called simply a desire to be. Somewhere in the golden ratio’s zone, in the alluring prospect under the tiny arch, there is a renowned “starting point” - oh so many coats layered! - but it’s just another subject to be discussed. _ An arched-shaped bridge appears in front of my eyes - green waters flicker with unimaginable shades of shimmering reflections - material and non-existing forms obscure each other - overlap, grow, disappear, renew. So - long live art (its eyes my eyes) - the thing is about a child’s memory from an ancient times, this light-color addiction of me. _ Obviously I see an impression itself as a fundament of all my works - an emotion, a feeling - light and color as a key elements of its translation, transmission, interpretation. But still it all has a great meaning - the smell, the sound, the state, the color of the walls, the air - and when all this substances focus on me, the work emerges, lives, breathes. This mechanism runs by my presence - a common story for all the artists. So I’m starting to realize that if I’ll change something once again, then I get a brand new work, for which, perhaps, I already have a new meaning and new canvas. Painting comes in easy way - one trifle meets a trick, a Rube Goldberg machine starts a chain reaction, like a reaction on some vaccine, and it goes on and on.
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