The way that sculpture stands out against the snow is just so cool!! It's like it belongs to some Lovecraftian horror story, but because it's so small, it's more captivating than creepy. It's like it's got this mysterious charm to it.

I am transported back to my childhood in my grandparents' garden picking apples and fruits from the trees... Sweet memories literally :)

The path. Easy, calm, and full of wisdom - through the prairie, listening to the trees and wind whispering. Someone could have been there before, or maybe no one had? Silence and calm. Gorgeous !

A timeless tableau of fragility and beauty. The once vibrant petals, now muted hues, whisper tales of life's fleeting nature. A poignant reminder of the ephemeral, captured in a moment of eternal stillness.

I want to be him. Anyone can silence the world out there by taking a bath and covering his own face, but doing so in style? Only for the selected few. Which I why I can only assume that yellow barrier is an extra layer of distance, ensuring all the noise, negativity of the outside world stay right there, outside. What a guy.

Love the natural earthy colours. Reminds me of a lizard emerging from its cave at dusk

What is your opinion on what contemporary art should be...more for intelectual interpretations... or more sensitively towards our emocional !?

For me it’s the perfect interplay between music and visual art. I see it like an abstract dance, the raw interpretation of our inner world and emotions, organized chaos. Blurry somehow yet bold and at times very assertive.

There is always light in the midst of darkness. This painting and its title speak for themselves: hope, perseverance, and resilience

Incredible composition! It is somehow so dynamic and perfectly balanced. A pure joy to look at!

This artwork immediately brings memories about my childhood in Dnipro, Eastern Ukraine. I remember the men in sporty adidas leggings and without shirts (гопнікі), speaking weirdly in heavy jargon. They were the antipodes of the old ladies sitting on the benches, complaining and broadcasting Soviet narratives. The interiors of flats with “eurodesign”, the tacky exteriors of banners and ads — results of the chaos of unregulated trade — those were visual symbols of my childhood. And this artwork creates a perfect memory. It accepts fully the absurdity and chaos that I was born into but instead of dramatising it makes fun of it. It makes me smile. It is a sweat ironic reminder of where I am from without making any predictions about where I am heading to.

An endless weaving of forms, a search for images and evidence... perhaps it’s just mine, or our confusion is breaking free