EVICA Painting

I'm an experimenter. From early childhood I was inseparable from trying to create something, to bring new images into this world. And if someone chose their tool, be it canvas and oil, a sheet of paper and a pencil, at the worst, wallpaper and felt-tip pens, or conversely - complex techniques of sculpture, endlessly improving in it - in my case, the search for materials to create paintings has turned over time into a way of life, and the creation of technology - into an independent art form. Nothing in nature appears out of nowhere, this rule also works in painting. For me, it was love, it was the bright emotions from which a deep feeling grew that brought the artist sleeping inside into an active phase, turning into an insatiable creator who spills out everything bright and never knows what will come out of another experiment. Won't the new technique turn the delicate world of the painting into ruins and, on the contrary, won't it be a reason to look at the integrity of the canvas once again, surprised by the harmony of colors? Who can boast of what knows ahead, how his life will turn out, and why not compare the creation of a picture with the projection on the canvas is not a moment, but a whole life?