Goodbye, Naples Yellow! Painting

The real story about me should begin from the time when I swam in the Ocean of Stars, like everyone swims in water. Then, in those days - whether past or future, the stars flowed around my Essence, as water molecules flow around my body now. It was delightful, it was real, it was a memory, it is a dream about the future ... And in everyday life I am an artist. I am the mother of four children and four dogs and the wife of a wonderful man Sergey Dovzhik, also an artist and my spiritual companion. I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. Not being able to walk yet, I crawled to any white sheet (for example, to white envelopes from gramophone records) and drew horses! All my childhood painting was like breathing for me. But fate turned out so that I became not a professional artist, but a master of engineering and technology. Then a fitness trainer. Then a linguist. And only at the age of 30 I realized that the only thing, without which I cannot live, that I am ready to breathe day and night, is art! It was then that I met my husband. The next 10 years were the most intense in my entire life. We had 4 children who became my inexhaustible source of inspiration and did not even add gray hair on my head ? My dreams began to come true. A big family, a pack of dogs, a big house and a beautiful garden that I have grown myself, artlife. Now I'm a mom, I'm an artist, I'm a writer, I'm a screenwriter. And another dream of mine is beginning to come true - the realization of my creativity and creative ideas. Each artist has his own goal, his own vision, his own philosophy. For me, every artwork, be it a picture or a book, must meet with the Spectator, with the Reader. It is then that their Life, their Dialogue begins. MY dialogue with the viewer begins. For someone art, creativity are important in themselves. For me, art is important only in conjunction with a person. Who reads my work on social networks, who reads my books and poems. For me, my artworks without a spectator are like a monologue in an empty room “with myself” ... I love to talk, philosophize, I love people, my viewers, readers, I love to share my discoveries, understandings, I love to hear the answer ... And how great it is that we are all different, unique, sometimes incompatible, but such amazing creatures ... For me, art is not just a way of self-expression. This is, above all, the most honest, most direct way of communicating with the world, with the audience.