Farewell of the Forest Wind Drawing

Once in our city Alien Wind visited. He blew for a week, and then flew away for his incomprehensible deeds. I draw mystical stories because I feel like they are dreaming of being told. Usually I see stories when I fall asleep. Images replace each other. I know that they want to be heard. It’s important for me to remember them. I usually paint in the evening and at night. Then thoughts smoothly become tangible on paper and images can be embodied.