Smile

Baby yawning

2009-12-14T19:22:00.000-08:00

oil on board
2009

Study of lily form

2009-11-08T15:14:00.000-08:00

Night dream

2009-11-08T15:08:00.000-08:00

Transformation of the boat in the cochlea

Seed head

2009-11-08T14:01:00.000-08:00

"Dandelion"

About the painting

"The dandelion is a perennial, herbaceous plant with long, lance-shaped leaves. They're so deeply toothed, they gave the plant its name in Old French: Dent-de-lion means lion's tooth in Old French."

The idea came to me spontaneously as always, burst in the night and would not let me sleep until I got up and made a sketch. I woke up in the morning, took a sheet with a sketch and began to think what could come of it, and what this whole thing could mean. The more I thought, the stronger my desire to start painting growth, because I found this idea genious.

I am a dandelion with seed head, it's still summer time and fall is not coming soon, but I have blossomed and my head is full of seeds, and I wait until the wind picks up patachutes and scatter them around. They will have a long journey, and they will have to bravely fight to succeed in ground, root and become the beginning of a new life.

Now imagine that the seeds are ideas growing out of the heads. They need to catch the wind that blew them around ao some of them have found their place in this world and become material.

"Dandelion"
oil on canvas
36x58,5 inches
2009

Even if winter comes, dandelions do not die, and as soon as they feel the summmer's coming again they will grow, even if put an asphalt surface sooner above sooner or later they will beat it.

"Unless you remove it completely, it will regenerate. If you break off more pieces than you unearth, the dandelion wins. "What's a dandelion digger for?" a dandelion asked.

"Itís a human invention to help us reproduce," another dandelion replied."

Sketch to the painting

2009

Kissing theory

2009-11-08T13:54:00.000-08:00

Transformation of a head in a stairs

2009-07-30T07:15:00.000-07:00

Surrealism

2009-07-30T07:08:00.000-07:00

Since my very childhood I've paid attantion to my nightdreams.

Dreams are regulary different, sometimes they repeat, sometimes we don't see them, sometimes it is not clear . In the dream world you can sing, run, fly, you could a boy or a girl, you can see yourself from outside, you can travel in time, etc.
But It's been impossible to me to manage my drems. While my sister was telling me that she programs hers before go to bed.
I remember I was wondering whether I could get in my sister's head through my dream and see that she was dreaming.
I remember that once we had the same dream.

And here you ask - where is surrealism?
I still remember.

By the way I like dreams when I fall in love. There is the same senses in the world of drems that we experience on earth.

Now get back to the topic. I believe that the dream is unconscious process where the brain unloaded from the accumulated information and digest it. That's one point, the other is that the dream is entry , window, door or tunnel for more information. Information about yourself and the world around you.

When I studied at university, I have dreams where I go regularly to tackle some math tasks and logarithms. When I was tired as a rule I didn't have a dream or the dream evaporates so I couldn't remember it.
I started to sketch some images that I saw that I was excited. It's important in this affair shut down your brain and concentrate on the image you saw. You need to trust yourself and your feelings.

I have very interesting sensation around the top of my head when I'm falling asleep at night. I can feel a breeze like there is invisible gate at the top which is open. Could it be the channel of filling by ideas
and energy? In the other words I can feel like a tree's growing from my head.

I am an artist, and most of his pictures I've painted I saw in a dream. This is not like I see them in color, have already painted and ready. I remember the images and create a picture of them, trying not to change the essence. And then begin to ponder about what I drew. And what that means.It is Surrealism, isn't it?

Hands&Legs

2009-07-02T17:58:00.000-07:00

Surrealistic sketch, 2007

I love this sketch.

It's very simple.

I played with my hand's shape. Probably I wished to go to the beach and lie on the white soft sand under the sun when I was drawing it...

I even remember now that it was evening!

Ocean day

2009-07-02T17:32:00.000-07:00

Miami, FL

Animals from acrilyc blotch

2009-07-02T07:52:00.000-07:00

Fresh look on garbage can's form

2009-07-01T19:23:00.000-07:00

Today I created new garbage cans in the form of apple core, where the top of apple core is its cover.
These garbage cans would look great on the streets!

Favorite mood

2009-07-01T14:18:00.000-07:00

oil on canvas

2009

Favorite mood Recipe:

Sun
Beach
Ocean
Breeze

Skin Shedding

2009-07-01T13:40:00.000-07:00

2009

Once I had a dream that I had shed my skin. It looked like this.

There is "Ghost" on the stage...

2009-07-01T08:18:00.001-07:00

"Ghost"
mixed media

may, 2009

A year ago, I had the idea to paint this picture. I wanted to express the feeling of the singer's presence on the stage itself, without the singer.
I do not know why, becouse ideas always suddenly invade my subconscious. It is likely to come when I least expect it. But every idea takes its time to be understood how to serve it on a dish to spectator. And what cover to choose to this dish. But in this case, the idea has already had its cover.

In may 2009 I finished this painting and set it aside. But news of Michael Jackson's death prompted me to come back to this picture and revise its meaning.
Which is Great people pass away leaving their shadows on Earth

There is nobody but shadow on stage, he remained only his jacket, guitar and his shadow... but it seems that singer is still there.

I dedicate this blog a little girl who believes in fairy tale ...

2009-06-29T20:02:00.000-07:00

As a child, I "published" a magazine called "Улыбайся" which means "Smile", this title I took for my blog.

In my magazine, I created different games, wrote songs, poems, horrifying stories, draw pictures and comics. Copied there my favorite fairy tales, created characters who lived on the pages of the magazine. This was my little treasure, a part of me that connected me with a beautiful fairy tale world where every fantasy found a place and everyone lived according to my rules that probably only I understand =)