The sun is far away; the sun inside. Stars inside, grasses under the snow. Gentle tears will build a kingdom, but not under the real sky. Sweet dreams will save, return. Thoughts will find mind, again wrapped him in their warm, soft blankets.

One wing of three - that there is no death. But there is something worse. Although there is death in fantasy. And so, she is on her horse, on a hellish butterfly soars above people. And the Green Fairy has mercy on her behalf..

Cosmic thought reflects the earthly firmament; faceless organic blood lives in this thought.

The green head of the green planet, being an alien, is in an inexpressible shock.

This picture depicts two creatures, female and male, who live in a world where there are only them and the children they give birth, this is such a universe, there are no other creatures in it. In general, there is nothing else but them - there are no planets there, no surface on which to walk; everything happens there, as, probably, inside the cell. These two creatures give birth to beings similar to themselves, which later will also become them - the same, exactly. Each is born a little bit different - but immediately a boy or a girl, then, gradually developing, they already acquire the final adult form, but they are not quite like their parents. Then, as soon as they meet in an adult state another adult - of a different sex - then they instantly connect and move to a new world of the same kind. Then they become exactly like their parents. This whole system is also arranged so that in the same world there are no two adults of the same sex at the same time - only two adults swim in the world until they find each other. But it always happens quickly enough. Also in the world besides them - parents - the masters of the world - those who are depicted in the picture, as well as other growing up children. And so they live forever, swim and give birth to more and more of the same themselves. A fractal universe turns out. So it goes.

The initially transparent edges became visible, catching a drop of some color. Come to life on canvas. A kind of transparent supervolume in projection.

With a slight movement, it was as if he had brushed off from the silk threads of his robe the grains of pollen that had fallen from the tree onto his shoulder.. but who is he? If he is without a face? Omnipotent, walking. It could be you - future, omnipresent ..

Two such creatures in a light green shell, which hints at grass, they are just together, therefore in a shell. On the left, the sun is shining, on the right - they are looking. And below - the red-purple wall of the mind - persistent but flexible; eternal, but living in the movement of the moment.

This wind is smooth, viscous, it passes through fate, it is almost weightless, and you can sometimes feel it in moments, but realize - only at a special moment - only with time, from the side, comparing the past and the present, anticipating the future in fantasies. It approaches, then moves away in gusts, and its task is to keep you ready for knowledge.

Countless ideas, each of them, as by themselves, live inside the being next to the mind, they wait for the hour of birth, and can wait forever. Communicating with matter and with it at the head, they emanate into the world. Just as a spermatozoon - only one of many becomes a man, so an idea is embodied rarely, solemnly. One incarnation after another – they bend reality. And drawn - as if the place where they live :)

A dark corner, in it what is hidden. This corner itself is hidden. Dark - like black - according to the color of space - information. Not white - like an omniscient consciousness. Closes his eyes .. opens .. in front of him is the painting "The Fifth Corner".