Sleeping Spring Print

My paintings became a window to the world for me ... I, like many people, loved to draw in childhood. I was very fond of colored pencils, as they could be taken with you anywhere. And I got along very badly with other children. And somehow it turned out that I grew up without having a wagon of friends, a good job and meaning in life behind my shoulders. Only education of a translator from English into Russian and Ukrainian. I closed myself for people. And in the end, at some point, I realized one thing. I'm alone not because I'm too lazy to communicate and find common ground. But because I love people too much. I do not weed out the bad from the good, I perceive them as they really are. And it scares everyone. So I picked up a brush and pencil. The style of my paintings that you see now has gone through many difficulties, the fire of doubts, the ashes of loneliness and time. I see people as light. They are lighter than a feather. They are higher than the mountains and cleaner than the air. I hope that they will understand this someday.