Still Life With The Leaning Bottle Painting

Once upon a time a little boy was born in Saint Petersburg, in the family of artists. And that was me, of course. Right after blurry childhood came 10 years of music school. Everyday practice, yelling parents and army of tutors. For a long time I wanted to become professional piano player, I won some competitions. But my faith weakened with time. I got tired of all this pressure, lack of free time and friends. I did't quit, I finished music school, and forgot it like a nightmare. Then I did nothing good for a couple of years, exept drawing courses and math. I finished high school, took a gap year. As time went on, this thought in my head was getting stronger. I saw my parents talking about art, making their own... Enough stories. I decided to answer this calling eventually. What about my art? The point is very trivial, but not simple - express myself, unleash all these visions. This is beauty on the edge of personality split. This is my rebellion. This is my art.