“Nature dance”
This is a painting as a reflection on the beginning of life. There is a primal energy, depicted here as an egg, in which something indistinct is swirling, ready to take any form. The life-creating energy (nature, force) is represented here symbolically by the orange figure of a dancing woman. She begins her dance, and lightning flashes, thunder rumbles. Infused with this dance, this power, sprouts begin to grow in all directions. They grow stronger, produce more and more leaves, prepare to become grass and trees and all forms of life.
“Hero”
He has been walking toward this shore for a long time. Before him, the goal is already in sight — the longed-for castle with the golden tower on its roof, the longed-for peace, the longed-for freedom, the longed-for end of the journey. But between the shore and the island, the sea rages — thunderous waves crash and roar.
And from all sides — from the sea, from the sky, from the stones, from the flocks of birds, from the whole world — tentacles reach out toward him, their greedy suckers aiming for him.
“Magic travel”
The inspiration for this work came from fractals — a symbol of life as a vast, ever-changing journey. It repeats familiar patterns yet never fully the same, full of open and hidden possibilities. Opportunities are like trapdoors: beneath each one lies another path, another chance, another tunnel into this luminous world. Light fills the space, creating both serenity and motion.
At its heart are two blue riders — travellers through the worlds of their own lives, nomads and wandering knights. They are identical: perhaps the same man at the beginning and end of his journey — or two separate beings seeking one another. In place of hearts, they carry golden bells whose soft ringing guides them through the fractal maze, reminding them that they are not alone.
“Difficulties and possibilities”
This work is a reflection on the inner challenges of the human being. They appear here as endlessly intertwined knots and threads — fears and complexes, inner contradictions and conflicts, successes that turn into failures, and failures that transform into victories. Thoughts swirl; reflections and self-questioning become entangled; moments from the past and the present merge.
Yet it is precisely these difficulties that drive us forward — that make us search, move, strive to understand, to master, and to learn. And thus, difficulties become possibilities — possibilities to fly, possibilities to grow.
‘Fear”
A fluttering, tearing, flapping in the wind translucent fabric of fear. It is ready to tear a person off the ground, revealing its nature.
Here, someone is trying with all his might to stay on the ground or to pretend that there is no fear and that he is firmly in control of it, someone, having already torn himself away from the ground, does not understand how to return, how to cope with fear - all the characters experience different emotions, right up to the one who eventually accepted fear.
“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes”
(Who watches the watchmen)
On the boundless plain stands a watchtower. It observes; it watches. On the tower stands a guard. He observes; he watches. In the sky — open eyes. They observe; they watch. On the plain stands a peacock. It observes; it watches; it looks at us.
“Der Vogelfänger”
This painting is about freedom — about the longing for it and the striving toward it. It is also a reflection on the duality of this desire for freedom.
The protagonist is a tree. Is it separated from the place where it once grew, or is it searching for a new place to take root? Or perhaps it is enjoying its freedom — detached from everything, flying like a bird?
The silhouettes of birds cut into the tree’s foliage raise further questions. Did birds once live in its crown and have now flown away — and does the tree long for them? Or does the tree wish for birds to live in its crown and has already prepared places for them? Or does it wish to capture them?
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“Running”
A person walking through a dark forest, with thoughts swirling and intertwining in the wind — a symbol of movement within the space of life’s uncertainty. Green where there is contact with the earth, drawing strength from it like Atlas, and turning pink to orange as he approaches his own inner fire and his heated thoughts. His experiences, memories, and reflections fly with him, behind him, and around him like small origami leaves.
“Temple”
Correspondences “Nature is a temple in which living pillars Sometimes give voice to confused words; Man passes there through forests of symbols Which look at him with understanding eyes.
Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance In a deep and tenebrous unity, Vast as the dark of night and as the light of day, Perfumes, sounds, and colors correspond.”
C.Baudelaire. Translation William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
“The musician”
The musician, composer, organist is connected with his fantastic musical instrument. In it he has united everything that under his control can merge, connect, sound. He plays a symphony that opens more and more new windows of images and sensations. This is how he writes his book.
“The musician”
The musician, composer, organist is connected with his fantastic musical instrument. In it he has united everything that under his control can merge, connect, sound. He plays a symphony that opens more and more new windows of images and sensations. This is how he writes his book.
“Charioteer”
Every event in our lives can be imagined as a certain closed sphere, a certain bubble. From the outside, it appears transparent and clear. Inside – the atmosphere, the rules, and the principles. In each new bubble, meaning each new situation, a person experiences various emotions and experiences. Examples of such a quantity of "events" include school, a new job, a new project, or any relationship and so one, big and small. And in each such "soap bubble," we live for a while, existing according to its rules and atmosphere. When we leave, we enter the next, living through one experience of our life, moving to the next one. And so our life is going. And our personality is like a charioteer whose chariot is carried through these 99 horse-drawn events.
“The notes of a traveler”
His caravan moves slowly along the white sands, shrouded in golden heat. His notes, letters, diaries are pearl pages of time, the sandglasses of his life.
“Perfect human”
The Vitruvian Man contemplates the image of a perfect being of nature, illuminating the mist of understanding — and revealing that he himself is, in truth, already perfect.
