This picture was painted in a village near Elbrus, when I was left at home alone on a dark evening.
..It is cold, the lanterns do not even shine outside the window, only the barking of dogs is heard from afar, and people disappeared from consciousness, and the angels appeared alive - racing, walking and eternally jubilant, scurrying in front of Saturn. Like me then, here he is a little angry, but not with angels, not with people, but with this impenetrable darkness itself.

I see the transparent silence of the eyes. I submit to fate and understand that this calm, gentle light - it is everywhere - is not blinding, soft, enveloping gently. Not someone else is in charge here, and not me, and he protects. Having become accustomed to seeing that he now sparkles and begins to sparkle through someone's eyes, and through mine, I see this moment calm.

The moment of the soul's existence in the bright skies under the Sun, where she dwells in a radiant shine - with a kind, pure laugh she laughs, grows, getting smarter and learns .. Dissolving in the rays, reborn newly from within.

Black and white, going down, rolled out the egg of eternal life. Before you is the forest - depicted in this picture. But this forest is not real, it is magical .. and only colors beckon here to the "forest" ..
This means that there are no trees in this forest - there are branches of energies, there are trailways of space. And creatures - chimera birds flying on wings, and spirits are omnipresent. Here everything is as if mixed up, as if implicitly everything is still - everything except the egg. Black and white, both here and there, joyful, still they should not be happy! They gave birth to eternity. They rolled out the egg.

There is some other space in which angels live. At different speeds, with different information, with a different feeling. If this space is not there, then, one way or another, I imagine it - not entirely, because I can't do it like that, but as if I'm peeping through a peephole - it's incredibly interesting. There is also another space in this picture, but such as if combined - as if it is so "angelic", and such as, for example, in the picture "Firefly". And at the head here is the meaning that I still think through my earthly knowledge, whatever one may say, and they are all exposed by signs. An unfamiliar sign that cannot be deciphered is meaningless. And some kind of meaning without signs is, in fact, also meaningless. Memory does not hold it - this meaning, because there is still no one to transfer it to, because there is no symbolic resource for that.

This canvas, when it was still empty, visited the summit of more than 4500 meters above sea level, almost at the top of Elbrus. Of course, I was afraid to go to the very top without ammunition. Initially, we thought that somewhere at the top I would paint. But it was not there! It's cold, nevertheless, because of that it is not very convenient :) So we charged this canvas with whiteness, purity, and these are the thoughts that I told about, it eventually showed itself. And white light here means wisdom and knowledge.

Those who are in the painting "Inception".

The movement in this picture is straightforward, unambiguous. And my thoughts were the same, though in the clouds, even from the clouds. These thoughts were about water and blood, about fairy tales, about faith, about unknown energies, about questions to which life gives answers through the situations in which you find yourself. Questions .. Amazing discoveries become the answers, and the questions themselves become discoveries - "wouldn't have thought of asking myself." All of this is filled with sparkle like on a water surface - thoughts are like clouds, and below - blue rumbling waterfalls. Great mood.

The space of the canvas is a space for a future beautiful picture, but, first of all, a living picture. This is how I see it - alive. But the space of this life - the world in which it can exist - is completely different. From two-dimensionality, from the surface - inward. Perceived through colors, through lines that give birth to volume, which then turns into the depths of itself, or floats towards other forms, other energies, another layer of that world of the picture. The wind blew .. through my head, and brought this or that together or divided ..

The deep light from within this painting is warming. Joy is emotion; any emotion is energy. Energy is accumulated and wasted, and sometimes it needs to be replenished. White light is like zero here, like a house into which you can escape from all the joys - to rest, to catch your breath, so to speak; just look at the light bulb, at the living light bulb, at your cute home firefly. You can remember a quiet dark morning, and you can remember many joys of the day, or you can dream about something distant, simple. The firefly will show you even the long-forgotten angels, if you want. And he lives in the light of this picture.

It is not empty, not quiet. He will greet you with warmth - at depth.

Born tender
In serene thoughts ..

Someone's mesmerizing look at the embrace of the black space, which knows everything about you, and he will play with you, play and hide.

My reasoning does not mean much, no matter how much I want to talk about the insides of the painting .. but let's start with a simple question: what do I see in the basis on it?

The eyes of Gods from different worlds, the red light of science, the turquoise of dreams about the waves of the seas.

So he came - a black impulse.

From the top to the right it just pours down, but along the wave, that is, in a circle, along the ellipse of the canvas, then the impulse dies out, disappears. But the energies are already there, and they are pushed on, they cannot simply be in place at all, that is, without control, if they are taken. And further down, down, slowly; there is gray - and this is not a color in general, but such a smear, just a symbol, getting rid of the imposed obligation to follow the energies taken.

A very, very bright happy fiery light penetrates you directly into your soul - listen, quietly listen to his conversation with your contented clever soul, she dives into his bowels with fresh melt water, and catches secrets.