Painting

"One Italian Evening" is landscape-impression, landscape-admiring and at the same time a collective image of the classical Italian landscape based on the paintings of masters of the past and felt by me today. The endles sserenity and pacification, which were, are and will be after us - the sensations that I wanted to express in this work.

"Walk in the Borghese Park" - a landscape inspired by the evening walkway in the Borghese Park in Rome. The contrast of the monumentality of ancient trees and the fragility and sophistication of Italian architecture makes everyone stop here and stop time. Feeling of infinity in the Eternal City.

"Tired angel" - this picture is about despair and hope, faith, its strength and capabilities. Are we alone in our deeply inner personal world, or does our inner voice not belong to us at all? And who, in the most incredible way, gives us a helping hand when it seems that even the guardian angel has lowered his wings? Reflection on these eternal questions is reflected in this work.

"Mother's garden" - landscape - admiring the calming rhythms of greenery in the parental garden.

"Quiet life" is an expression of my understanding of the integrity, harmony and constancy of nature in the life of
the planet.

"Cypress, Koktebel" - landscape about familiar to everyone since childhood and at the same time very personal, delightful and intimidating, deep, mirror-black sky with a diamond scattering of stars. Everyone is looking for something lost and never-returned in it.

"Sunset of red house" - the story of a pre-war Vitebsk house that almost didn't live to see restoration, demolished for a new road that was never built.

"Gurzuf wakes" - the view of the Gurzuf Bay from the roofs of the village in the rays of the rising sun, when the dawn reflections of the sea, sky and the glare of galvanized roofs merge into a single mother-of-pearl surface of the sea shell.

"Carnelian Bay of Karadag" - landscape-contemplation, landscape-impression, landscape-reflection about the ancient Karadag, where the rocks merge with the sea, the line is blurred between reality and myth, and time stops ...