Art is routed with forgery. Paintings don't possess a tenth of the life of a drop of dew or a peach kernel. I don’t know if I will ever get close to my ambition to overcome this boredom, this repulsion from painting. If I will ever be able to create a single artwork with life in it – this might save my whole worldview. If a set of brush strokes will ever be one millimeter higher than aesthetic catharsis, sterile image, or a linear narrative, then I will know that I can defeat this horror and that I didn't spend my life in the most selfish profession.
The dissolving memory of the master
Mixed media on canvas 55x88cm
2018
Duma arson attack
Acrylic on paper 100x70cm
2019
The Pasternak’s (damaged portrait)
Acrylic on paper 100x70cm
2019
Lilith
Mixed media on Canvas 55x85cm
2018
Jet Fighter
Mixed media on canvas 80x120cm
2018
The failure of a residency
Mixed meida on canvas 65x88cm
2018
The valley
Mixed media on canvas 56x88cm
2018
Dream machine (on both sides)
Mixed media on canvas 120x80cm
2019
Exuvia
Acrylic on paper 50x70cm
2016
Exuvia
Acrylic on paper 50x70cm
2016
Exuvia
Acrylic on paper 50x70cm
2016
Exuvia
Acrylic on paper 50x70cm
2016
Untitled
acrylic on paper 50x70cm
2015
Untitled
acrylic on paper 50x70cm
2015
After Leonardo
oil on canvas 150x180cm
2011