Restful Sleep Painting

Restful sleep (Fabric Memories series No.2) As a child, I lived with my parents and their entire family many thousands of kilometers from my current home. I, like probably many others, don't remember the first five or six years of my life. But I have another good reason for this. A civil war began in our country, terrible things were happening around. Surprisingly, I don't remember fear, I don't remember that something was wrong, but I do remember well a long train ride on New Year's Eve with my mother and brother. At that time, it all seemed to me something unusual and interesting: it was the first time we were traveling in a compartment, there was a second tier of beds. Someone gifted my mother a green lipstick that turned pink on her lips, a real magic. But for some reason, my brother and I were not allowed to climb on the top bed, and my mother constantly told us to sit down and duck and I thought it was a fun game. Many years later, my mother told me that we did this in order not to get hit by stray bullets, since the train came under fire from time to time, and for that the windows were covered with blankets. At that moment it seemed to me that this should be the case — since there are no windows in the car, so it's fine. Our fellow traveler, who gave my mother a lipstick, was actually shaking with fear along with her all the way, but I didn't notice any of this, being distracted by the magic lipstick. The only strange thing for me was that we were traveling without Dad and without things. At all. Something from our property went by another, freight train. But we left the house and all heavy stuff. My father stayed for some reason, I don't know for what purpose, but, fortunately, he came later. I remember everything that happened from that trip onwards well. But everything before it is just bright fragmentary moments. Like slides from another life. Our apartment has a huge balcony, a cottage, covered with a fruit garden. A father building a new house. And bright, colorful, multicolored silk fabrics. They are everywhere: on the walls, in the upholstery of furniture, dressing gowns, bedspreads and curtains. Our flight may have erased all the memories of my past life, but even he was unable to erase these vivid images from my memory. I close my eyes and see them all around, everywhere and anywhere. A childhood that seemed to have never existed at all, a childhood from which only the best, abstract, but so dear to me images remained. Several pieces of these fabrics were later given to me by one of my relatives. They are stored in my wardrobe and sometimes I just take them out and look at them carefully. This is an incomparable feeling that can arise when you accidentally find your favorite children's toy in the closet, having previously forgotten about its existence. But here it is in your hands, what will you remember? I see a bright sunny hot day, and warm light passing through colorful fabrics. This project is a reflection of my memories of a forgotten childhood, rather torn out of my life by external circumstances. About my longing for that lost childhood and forever lost life in a distant country, now alien and forgotten. A project that symbolizes our heritage, which always stays with us wherever we go. The project shows that people who involuntarily become refugees still remain themselves, and do not lose heart, because we carry everything that is really valuable and important with us, in our heart and soul. With this series of works, I would like to draw attention to the problem of refugees in our world, today people are driven from their homeland not only by wars, but also by natural disasters, environmental catastrophes and economic crises. I found my place in a new life in a new place, thanks to the people around me. I urge everyone to think, and when and if it happens that a person who has lost his homeland and home will be next to you, remember this picture, remember this simple story, and lend a helping hand. This painting evokes memories of a sleep on the large porch of our country house. We slept on a wide wooden cot covered with blankets, pillows and bedspreads sewn from pieces of a bright silk fabric, very similar to the one I painted. To protect against mosquitoes and flies, the parents covered the cot with a canopy. Weather there were mostly hot, but it was easy and pleasant to sleep on the porch under the canopy. Acrylic on a linen canvas. Coated with archival quality protective satin varnish. Mounted on a stretcher frame. Sides are painted. Size is 110 H x 65 W cm.

Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:25.6 W x 43.3 H x 0.8 D in

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