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In life, there are events that occur regardless of your desire. And sometimes even contrary. Old skin dies and the time comes to lose it. The skin bursts on you, hangs with rags, exposing pink and tender, causing you incredible pain. You breathe, you smile, you move by inertia, but the old has already died out and the time has come to accept the new. Time to make your choice and go the chosen path. No matter how painful it was. I stand in the tunnel. Faint rays of light scantily illuminate the stone walls around me. Ahead of the darkness. It seems alive to me. It moves, whispers, breathes. I reach out to touch it. It is amazingly tangible. I think I can dip my fingers into it body. If I enter it, then perhaps I can find it gut, it core, I can feel it heart throbbing. But for this I need to stop by. I stand on the border of light and darkness. I do not look back. What for? I know that I have no way to stay at this point. I can only go through it. If I stay here, the darkness will swallow me anyway, but on it own terms, it will take possession of me, become my rightful mistress. If I go forward, if I take this step, then maybe I will have a chance. A chance to get right through and find out what's inside. And no, not to win, not to destroy, but to understand, to understand its nature, to understand and accept. And learn to live with it. My body is naked. My feet are barefoot. I feel the chill of stone on my feet. I'm scared. I'm madly lonely. It hurts me. The cold penetrates my skin, horror fetters me. I throw my head back and try to look at the light source. I want to shout: "are you with me, will you help me?" but my lips cramp. I stand, peering into the dark nothing, and I feel something (or someone) from there peering at me. Beast? Man? He is there. In the dark. I saw, with some inner vision I saw that he sensed me. He lifted and stretched his narrow muzzle a little forward (or a face? The more I look into the darkness, the stronger the feeling becomes that it is a face) .. Yes, a face. I'm pretty sure. But I won’t know for sure until I get to him. He lifted him forward, he listens, hears my breath. His body is tense, his nostrils are swelling, he is trying to draw in my scent, trying to imagine what I am and what I am going to him with. He is listening to the darkness and he is waiting for me. I'm trying to understand who he is. Is he dangerous. He is neither friend nor foe. Conductor. But it is not up to him to decide whether I will pass or not. I know that for sure. The darkness is impatient. She already wants, wants to plunge into me, to fill me with herself. The voids of my bones, the vessels through which my blood runs, the eyes that look at the light. Thoughts She wants to fill me, dissolve in herself, wash away the borders of my body and consciousness. I am afraid to become nothing. I am afraid to stay in this viscous darkness forever. I am afraid that as soon as I let in the darkness, I will want to stay in it forever. It is warm and cozy. There will be no point in going out. Yes, I'm scared. But I have no other way. I have to go. I take a deep breath and take a step. Will I go out?
In life, there are events that occur regardless of your desire. And sometimes even contrary. Old skin dies and the time comes to lose it. The skin bursts on you, hangs with rags, exposing pink and tender, causing you incredible pain. You breathe, you smile, you move by inertia, but the old has already died out and the time has come to accept the new. Time to make your choice and go the chosen path. No matter how painful it was. I stand in the tunnel. Faint rays of light scantily illuminate the stone walls around me. Ahead of the darkness. It seems alive to me. It moves, whispers, breathes. I reach out to touch it. It is amazingly tangible. I think I can dip my fingers into it body. If I enter it, then perhaps I can find it gut, it core, I can feel it heart throbbing. But for this I need to stop by. I stand on the border of light and darkness. I do not look back. What for? I know that I have no way to stay at this point. I can only go through it. If I stay here, the darkness will swallow me anyway, but on it own terms, it will take possession of me, become my rightful mistress. If I go forward, if I take this step, then maybe I will have a chance. A chance to get right through and find out what's inside. And no, not to win, not to destroy, but to understand, to understand its nature, to understand and accept. And learn to live with it. My body is naked. My feet are barefoot. I feel the chill of stone on my feet. I'm scared. I'm madly lonely. It hurts me. The cold penetrates my skin, horror fetters me. I throw my head back and try to look at the light source. I want to shout: "are you with me, will you help me?" but my lips cramp. I stand, peering into the dark nothing, and I feel something (or someone) from there peering at me. Beast? Man? He is there. In the dark. I saw, with some inner vision I saw that he sensed me. He lifted and stretched his narrow muzzle a little forward (or a face? The more I look into the darkness, the stronger the feeling becomes that it is a face) .. Yes, a face. I'm pretty sure. But I won’t know for sure until I get to him. He lifted him forward, he listens, hears my breath. His body is tense, his nostrils are swelling, he is trying to draw in my scent, trying to imagine what I am and what I am going to him with. He is listening to the darkness and he is waiting for me. I'm trying to understand who he is. Is he dangerous. He is neither friend nor foe. Conductor. But it is not up to him to decide whether I will pass or not. I know that for sure. The darkness is impatient. She already wants, wants to plunge into me, to fill me with herself. The voids of my bones, the vessels through which my blood runs, the eyes that look at the light. Thoughts She wants to fill me, dissolve in herself, wash away the borders of my body and consciousness. I am afraid to become nothing. I am afraid to stay in this viscous darkness forever. I am afraid that as soon as I let in the darkness, I will want to stay in it forever. It is warm and cozy. There will be no point in going out. Yes, I'm scared. But I have no other way. I have to go. I take a deep breath and take a step. Will I go out?
In life, there are events that occur regardless of your desire. And sometimes even contrary. Old skin dies and the time comes to lose it. The skin bursts on you, hangs with rags, exposing pink and tender, causing you incredible pain. You breathe, you smile, you move by inertia, but the old has already died out and the time has come to accept the new. Time to make your choice and go the chosen path. No matter how painful it was. I stand in the tunnel. Faint rays of light scantily illuminate the stone walls around me. Ahead of the darkness. It seems alive to me. It moves, whispers, breathes. I reach out to touch it. It is amazingly tangible. I think I can dip my fingers into it body. If I enter it, then perhaps I can find it gut, it core, I can feel it heart throbbing. But for this I need to stop by. I stand on the border of light and darkness. I do not look back. What for? I know that I have no way to stay at this point. I can only go through it. If I stay here, the darkness will swallow me anyway, but on it own terms, it will take possession of me, become my rightful mistress. If I go forward, if I take this step, then maybe I will have a chance. A chance to get right through and find out what's inside. And no, not to win, not to destroy, but to understand, to understand its nature, to understand and accept. And learn to live with it. My body is naked. My feet are barefoot. I feel the chill of stone on my feet. I'm scared. I'm madly lonely. It hurts me. The cold penetrates my skin, horror fetters me. I throw my head back and try to look at the light source. I want to shout: "are you with me, will you help me?" but my lips cramp. I stand, peering into the dark nothing, and I feel something (or someone) from there peering at me. Beast? Man? He is there. In the dark. I saw, with some inner vision I saw that he sensed me. He lifted and stretched his narrow muzzle a little forward (or a face? The more I look into the darkness, the stronger the feeling becomes that it is a face) .. Yes, a face. I'm pretty sure. But I won’t know for sure until I get to him. He lifted him forward, he listens, hears my breath. His body is tense, his nostrils are swelling, he is trying to draw in my scent, trying to imagine what I am and what I am going to him with. He is listening to the darkness and he is waiting for me. I'm trying to understand who he is. Is he dangerous. He is neither friend nor foe. Conductor. But it is not up to him to decide whether I will pass or not. I know that for sure. The darkness is impatient. She already wants, wants to plunge into me, to fill me with herself. The voids of my bones, the vessels through which my blood runs, the eyes that look at the light. Thoughts She wants to fill me, dissolve in herself, wash away the borders of my body and consciousness. I am afraid to become nothing. I am afraid to stay in this viscous darkness forever. I am afraid that as soon as I let in the darkness, I will want to stay in it forever. It is warm and cozy. There will be no point in going out. Yes, I'm scared. But I have no other way. I have to go. I take a deep breath and take a step. Will I go out?
In life, there are events that occur regardless of your desire. And sometimes even contrary. Old skin dies and the time comes to lose it. The skin bursts on you, hangs with rags, exposing pink and tender, causing you incredible pain. You breathe, you smile, you move by inertia, but the old has already died out and the time has come to accept the new. Time to make your choice and go the chosen path. No matter how painful it was. I stand in the tunnel. Faint rays of light scantily illuminate the stone walls around me. Ahead of the darkness. It seems alive to me. It moves, whispers, breathes. I reach out to touch it. It is amazingly tangible. I think I can dip my fingers into it body. If I enter it, then perhaps I can find it gut, it core, I can feel it heart throbbing. But for this I need to stop by. I stand on the border of light and darkness. I do not look back. What for? I know that I have no way to stay at this point. I can only go through it. If I stay here, the darkness will swallow me anyway, but on it own terms, it will take possession of me, become my rightful mistress. If I go forward, if I take this step, then maybe I will have a chance. A chance to get right through and find out what's inside. And no, not to win, not to destroy, but to understand, to understand its nature, to understand and accept. And learn to live with it. My body is naked. My feet are barefoot. I feel the chill of stone on my feet. I'm scared. I'm madly lonely. It hurts me. The cold penetrates my skin, horror fetters me. I throw my head back and try to look at the light source. I want to shout: "are you with me, will you help me?" but my lips cramp. I stand, peering into the dark nothing, and I feel something (or someone) from there peering at me. Beast? Man? He is there. In the dark. I saw, with some inner vision I saw that he sensed me. He lifted and stretched his narrow muzzle a little forward (or a face? The more I look into the darkness, the stronger the feeling becomes that it is a face) .. Yes, a face. I'm pretty sure. But I won’t know for sure until I get to him. He lifted him forward, he listens, hears my breath. His body is tense, his nostrils are swelling, he is trying to draw in my scent, trying to imagine what I am and what I am going to him with. He is listening to the darkness and he is waiting for me. I'm trying to understand who he is. Is he dangerous. He is neither friend nor foe. Conductor. But it is not up to him to decide whether I will pass or not. I know that for sure. The darkness is impatient. She already wants, wants to plunge into me, to fill me with herself. The voids of my bones, the vessels through which my blood runs, the eyes that look at the light. Thoughts She wants to fill me, dissolve in herself, wash away the borders of my body and consciousness. I am afraid to become nothing. I am afraid to stay in this viscous darkness forever. I am afraid that as soon as I let in the darkness, I will want to stay in it forever. It is warm and cozy. There will be no point in going out. Yes, I'm scared. But I have no other way. I have to go. I take a deep breath and take a step. Will I go out?

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In life, there are events that occur regardless of your desire. And sometimes even contrary. Old skin dies and the time comes to lose it. The skin bursts on you, hangs with rags, exposing pink and tender, causing you incredible pain. You breathe, you smile, you move by inertia, but the old has already died out and the time has come to accept the new. Time to make your choice and go the chosen path. No matter how painful it was. I stand in the tunnel. Faint rays of light scantily illuminate the stone walls around me. Ahead of the darkness. It seems alive to me. It moves, whispers, breathes. I reach out to touch it. It is amazingly tangible. I think I can dip my fingers into it body. If I enter it, then perhaps I can find it gut, it core, I can feel it heart throbbing. But for this I need to stop by. I stand on the border of light and darkness. I do not look back. What for? I know that I have no way to stay at this point. I can only go through it. If I stay here, the darkness will swallow me anyway, but on it own terms, it will take possession of me, become my rightful mistress. If I go forward, if I take this step, then maybe I will have a chance. A chance to get right through and find out what's inside. And no, not to win, not to destroy, but to understand, to understand its nature, to understand and accept. And learn to live with it. My body is naked. My feet are barefoot. I feel the chill of stone on my feet. I'm scared. I'm madly lonely. It hurts me. The cold penetrates my skin, horror fetters me. I throw my head back and try to look at the light source. I want to shout: "are you with me, will you help me?" but my lips cramp. I stand, peering into the dark nothing, and I feel something (or someone) from there peering at me. Beast? Man? He is there. In the dark. I saw, with some inner vision I saw that he sensed me. He lifted and stretched his narrow muzzle a little forward (or a face? The more I look into the darkness, the stronger the feeling becomes that it is a face) .. Yes, a face. I'm pretty sure. But I won’t know for sure until I get to him. He lifted him forward, he listens, hears my breath. His body is tense, his nostrils are swelling, he is trying to draw in my scent, trying to imagine what I am and what I am going to him with. He is listening to the darkness and he is waiting for me. I'm trying to understand who he is. Is he dangerous. He is neither friend nor foe. Conductor. But it is not up to him to decide whether I will pass or not. I know that for sure. The darkness is impatient. She already wants, wants to plunge into me, to fill me with herself. The voids of my bones, the vessels through which my blood runs, the eyes that look at the light. Thoughts She wants to fill me, dissolve in herself, wash away the borders of my body and consciousness. I am afraid to become nothing. I am afraid to stay in this viscous darkness forever. I am afraid that as soon as I let in the darkness, I will want to stay in it forever. It is warm and cozy. There will be no point in going out. Yes, I'm scared. But I have no other way. I have to go. I take a deep breath and take a step. Will I go out?

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Who am I As for all Ukrainians, my life was divided into “before” and “after”. Who I was before 24.02.2022? Our life was like a run. We were rushing and speeding up more and more. In the run, we were wasting emotions in a hurry, (?). Suddenly, I realized that I can’t keep going like that. I have to stop. Stop and look closer. Closer to leaves ornaments, to the sky, to stranger’s faces on the streets. Look closer into myself. Things that were inside of me, things that worriedand perturbed me had to break free. I had to see those silver threads that connect inner me and outer world. I had to stop and try to breath with full lungs, tasting ever inhale. Look up to the sun and see how it looks inside my window and smiles. I had to see my path. Accept it and walk through it. Even if you fell the horror. And the pain. And there’s no way you can predict what’s waiting behind the corner. Every person perceives world in their own way. There is a difference in the way how we hear the same sounds, feel the same smells, and see the same colors. Some of us lets world to get through themselves, some live parallel. For me world is multicolored. Sounds have color, smells have color, people that surround me also have their color. I want to speak up about it, sometimes even scream about it. My inner “nespokiy” (unrest, inner anxiety) – it’s a need to have a dialog with world, look and speak closely, feel its breathing. To look into very attentively. To see. To touch. To absorb the smell. To breath. And to reflect it on all on the canvas. To be honest, I didn’t have an aim to change the world, make it better, make it cleaner, lighter, less complicated. I didn’t see myself as a Liberty who is leading the people. I didn’t want to create art on the complicated social topics, to rethink and analyze revolutions, global warming, problem of overpopulation, religions, inequality, I simply didn’t want to be extra modern, actual and popular. I just wanted to be. Here and today. Person can’t be in peace with the world if it is not in peace with itself. My art was, firstly, my way to reach peace with myself. There is nothing scarier for me than a mutilation of a soul. Black scorched desert in which no sprout will grow, no rain drop will fall – soul won’t be touched by tenderness, joy, love, quite sorrow. There’s no place even for hate and fury. Only emptiness. That’s how I see a complete hell. Emptiness. That is what I stand against with every piece of my soul.

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