Paintings

Materials: 100х70, 2016, canvas, oil

Year: 2016

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.