Manuscripts of the forgotten words

October 19th, 2006 Posted in Impression

Each of us has forgotten, but gone through words, which are saved in us all life. Personal to everyone and connected with the different moments in a life but if we remember them, it means they are very important, beautiful and kind words.

As well as you, my spectator, I already will never tell them, but I wish to show even a part from them in my works.


Still Dance

October 14th, 2006 Posted in Impression

Dedicated to the most greate dancer, fine and light person Maiia Plisetskaia.


Bride of the Moon

August 15th, 2006 Posted in Impression


Revelation

July 10th, 2006 Posted in Impression

You my spectator sit now at home or in office and simply look mine gallery. For you there is no Me, I’m only abstraction it is heavy even to speculate about me. But you will look through my works and the attitude will born, and my shape will come with it and now you can already speak about me. It is the wonderful moment, I born during this moment.

Here I speak about the beginning when there is no YOU when there is only her and you. And then the sight becomes the answer. And revelation in a sight builds the attitude, and with it appear YOU. Now, she was born.

Сейчас ты мой зритель сидишь дома или на работе и просто смотришь мою галерею. Для тебя пока нет меня, я всего лишь абстракция о которой тяжело даже спекулировать. Но вот ты досмотришь мои работы и родится отношение, а с ним и я обрету черты и вот ты уже можешь говорить обо мне. Это удивительный момент, в этот момент рождаюсь я.

Здесь я говорю о самом начале, когда еще нет вас, когда есть только она и ты. И тогда взгляд становится ответом. И откровение во взгляде строит отношение, а с ним появляетесь вы. С ним родилась она.


Como ella se ve, como la veo.

July 4th, 2006 Posted in Impression


There, where green trees and gold on blue

July 2nd, 2006 Posted in Impression

If only I can, I would draw you there, where green trees and gold on blue.

/Boris Grebencikov.


My craft is simple, I listen to own light.

June 4th, 2006 Posted in Impression

Sorry, I can’t translate the poem.

Я лежу на песке, желтого цвета сомнения.
Ощущаю спиной постоянно идут изменения.
А он бредет не спеша, и чтобы увидеть мне след,
я прикрою глаза и слушаю собственный свет.

Я все еще часть огромной пустыни событий.
Здесь каждый участвует в ряде глобальных открытий.
А мое ремесло просто, и когда устаю от побед,
я прикрою глаза и слушаю собственный свет.


Feel like angel

April 9th, 2006 Posted in Impression

Not in the sky, but on the ground born my angels and their spirit serve as wings for them. Their eyes are directed on the sky, they do not know yet, but understand, they do not look, but see.


I believe in a beauty

April 4th, 2006 Posted in Impression


He is just a man

March 13th, 2006 Posted in Impression