Memories and dreams are mixed together and you can't differentiate them. I lke this tender beauty and poetry.

I am obsessed with this color. It's just a dream. It reminds me slim slices of our consequence.

The human consciousness and subconscious tend to change and bend under the weight of religion, love, war, scientific progress and transform observation into creativity (in the broadest sense of the word). Every craft begins with "absorbing into the essence"

carefree, kind, creative youth

The artwork captivates with its small details and a multitude of minor scenes. Yet at the same time, I feel tension and anxiety when I look at it. I sense something foreign within it.

This artwork with the bridge impacts me: I feel that my path is not easy, but it is precise and still the right way to gain new opportunities and achieve my dreams.

I see and feel stability, a moderate pace, and calm. I want to return to this focused gaze, when it’s as if everyone is together, enjoying delicious dishes and the pleasant white table.

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