My sense of life right now is in painting. The feelings of joy and sadness are in it. The sense of the existence of this certain moment is in it as well. Flowers…
My whole May can be entitled as “Flowers Devotion”. Observation of their tender nature is something I utterly need these days. They provide me with the purest energy without taking something in return.
Night is so life-giving. And in combination with flowers it builds the unremitting stream of energy. The same bouquet of flowers with the slight difference in composition can be painted many times, if the source of it is the true expression of self. Sincere talk with the world. And if the inspiration leads me to the same plot, I don’t resist it.
I really enjoy the time I devote to art. The fact is to practice it and not just talk about it. I communicate with the world by means of art. I’m heard and understood and I’m really thankful for that. It’s enough for me to speak through painting, because it’s weighty. My visual language doesn’t cede words. I can get along without them. Shallow talks about nothing are absolutely unworthy. They only waste our time and deprive of the life-giving energy. They don’t build personality but destroy it. I’m looking for divinity. And where is it possible to find the greater amount of it except for the creative process?