The figures, nature, air β froze in a daze like theatrical scenery. Plots are filled with gloomy melancholy and contrasting anger, and in general are slaves to the demons of anxiety. When I embodied them in visual form, it became easier for me to cope with them. I drew everything that was on my mind that I had experienced over the years and dreams that I could not find meaning. I plunged into these fictional worlds, inventing new laws according to which they exist.
Then acceptance came. I began to look at people and want to capture their essence in portraits. Grab the tail of the essence of objects and animals. Now I draw something that just seems beautiful to me. And the beauty is many-sided and different for everyone.