Vika Zamkhavaya

My art is born out of chaos.
Every time I'm working on a new project I worry like a pregnant woman awaiting her child.
Hundreds of layers, coloured dots, straight and curly lines in various directions. They are silent, yet tell the miracle inside. I give myself time to merge with what nature has created. While standing in front of the canvas, time reveals to me what nature has shaped.: "Tell me your story?!''
Suddenly, dots and lines transform into objects and into organic shapes or animals, fish and people. Hands are the mere veins between Heaven and Earth, so I use my hands, fingers to transfer the living energy of mine to the surface. Chaos finds its highest order.
My artistic expression emanates from every fibre of my being - inherent skills transcending into a collage of colour and emotions reflecting my soul inspired by human beauty. (Skills can be taught but if you don't have creativity in your body then your work won't shine. Or have soul!)
I was born in Minsk, Belarus. As a little girl I always knew that the World in my head differed to the one that I see. My Babushka told me about our Grandsir who was the owner of an Art Academy in France ; this is where my creativity originated. Living in predictable grey USSR con...