Again she will take off her vestment like a mountain, peeling off an avalanche, filling distant dried emptiness with white drops. She will uncover her relief to put on a new garment and give a fresh infinite glow. Agape. Acrylic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm.
There are black people and there are white people, and sometimes they change places. There are white times and there are dark times, and one always follows the other. And she always smiles. "Inya, why are you doing this?" - I asked her. "I'm colouring them." Acrylic on canvas, 100 x 120 cm.
When spontaneous turn to be the right way. She was the last person who stayed in the village. The time spent with her was a valuable pause to stoped at the right moment. Mother knows the time when it’s better to approach Father. Acrylic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm.
Unknown was divided into parts. It's time to harvest. Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 50 cm
Is the monkey alone?
Acrylic on canvas, 80 x 60 cm.
Do you know which road to go along? I am behind you. I can guide you. Just follow your desires, enjoying the favouring wind. And be careful when driving across a crossing. Stay focused while moving. Search. Acrylic on canvas, 100 x 120 cm.
He responded and looked at me not indifferently. He carefully stretched his noble hand to me, ignoring the chaos around. Who was he? Had he risen from the ruins? Was he still the same? Yes. But he had been changing, passing through the ruins. A boulder after a boulder with pain in his chest, he had been through ups and downs. The Knight's form was changing too, just like the dancing land under his feet, which was floating away... Falling from his eyes were seeds of a scarlet forget-me-not flower. The Knight was shaking, and his heart was burning, illuminating the way. His heart had become enormous, it no longer belonged only to him. Only his immortal love would save his home land. Acrylic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm.
We talked without words. She says to me, "How do you feel?". - Good and calm. And you? - I feel the same. Maybe you are my reflection? Acrylic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm.
She has come a long way and she is tired. She has sat down to leave behind the road and listen to the silence. Ahead are many stone steps to climb to reach the top of the temple. Acrylic on canvas, 120 x 180 cm.
Little fighter. Face your fear. ...to be brave to protect... My strength is in fearlessness, my weakness is you. I am your totem. Acrylic on canvas, 80 x 100 cm.
Gentle and beautiful, naive as an innocent dewdrop, she knows that she is a royal flower bud. She is just waiting for the rain to end. Acrylic on canvas, 80 x 100 cm.