I feel how powerful one single tool can be—symbolized by a metal chain—capable of toppling pillars that have long been established throughout history. These pillars, though once strong, now show signs of weakness, fragmented and each standing with its own perspective. The young blood, represented by the hand, holds the potential to create something new—sometimes even dismantling the old pillars, but always with respect.

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

Cold empty space, a fragile barely noticeable chair that it seems is about to disappear, depriving her of her only point of support... she is focused and collected, as if she has stopped breathing and held her heart in order to return balance, peace and acceptance to her gaze... In some parallel dimension, she has already turned into a flower sprouting roots in nothingness, in order to blossom again and incarnate inspite of the ethereal reality, incarnate with new strength and new hope... this time... as always.

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.

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

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

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

Evokes both vulnerability and strength at the same time

This artwork looks bold! Like how the rough lines and strong colors lead to serious mood

It may be Kyiv but this version could be pictured by Murakami.

I see death and cigarettes. Maybe cotton as well, a dangerous combination. But just abstract enough to know they'd belong in a Lynch film altogether

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.