If you happen to stay at home tonight, but nevertheless you´d like to enjoy the evening, I will offer you a great film “Modigliani”. It´s about the famous Italian artist and other artists who lived at that time. Love and rivalry, passion and sorrow, art and destiny.. There is much to be said about this film, but it´s better to watch it than to read, right?

There are days like today when I just look back and think I could better, I could more. Such typical if…. then.. thoughts. Honestly, I don´t like such mood and this kind of thoughts, because they never bring anything expect for pitying for the time that you at the moment see as “lost”. Moreover, these thoughts can capture your brain and play with you like a cat with a mouse. So, I drove them out consciously and started painting. It´s better to say I was able to get rid of them only while painting. Yes, my plan for today was to work on photos of new paintings, that I took yesterday. But my soul demanded to paint. So, I gave up.

You´ve probably noticed that ballet is my favourite subject of investigation. I was always fascinated both by the tiny and elegant movements of ballet dancers and the strength of their love to dance.

The town where I was born, Rakhiv is a small nice town that is situated in western Ukraine and is surrounded by beautiful Carpathian mountains. It´s the place where different cultures interlaced and created a new and interesting amalgamation of traditions and customs. The folks who live here are called hutzuls and my family belong to this ethnic group too. So, I´m a hutzul and hutzuls are known for their love for mountains. Mountains are our home, our fortress.

Mankind was always fascinated by flying and exactly the dreamers made it possible to create means for flying.

Very often I´m flying in my dreams, like a bird, not sitting in a plane, but flying myself. Today at night I experienced it again, and it felt so real that I really thought I was flying. A good friend of mine is afraid of height but only because of the reason he would start flying. He has a strange feeling he could manage it on his own, exactly like a bird.

Why is flying so fascinating for people? I just think that one can feel the absolute freedom, the moment, when you can go beyond yourself… Probably we won´t learn to fly without the help of particular transport means, but it doesn´t make our dream flights unreal. Just close the eyes and flyyyyy!