Autumn is often associated with the melancholy and nostalgia.

The golden autumn knocked on my door and I opened.

There are many reasons to like plein airs, and everybody should accept the offer of taking part in them, if such an offer comes.

Autumn usually comes invesibly.

This summer has almost gone. Autumn mood is in the air. The colors are going to sparkle.

The summer is almost over. It was a difficult one for all of us, Ukrainians. We have a war here. Collecting the last strengths, I’m painting, trying to create the harmony inside.

Silence. You neither hear it nor touch. It’s impossible to sense its taste or scent. Having thought about it I understood that I don’t have any clear explanation.

When it gets quiet in our studio and there are no sounds of the desperate monster that usually struggles with the stone, I understand my best time has come.

Art can attract people from the furthest corners. The fact that the art resonates with others tell us about the similarities of the artists’ world and the admirers’s ones. Many years ago it was only possible for art to communicate only through galleries. Some people were invited, somebody was interested in art, and somebody just didn’t have anything to do – they all made up the gallery’s audience that was anyway limited.