February 27, 2007
February 15, 2007
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The trees grow in the middle of our town. While wandering around I saw lots of them just few meters away from cold walls. In other words, I saw lots of attractive indeed design in the show windows on a right hand side and the naked branches (it is winter now) on the left. The trees guarded me from the high traffic on a street. That was so touchable that I even didn’t mention how I stepped into the puddle on a pavement … the snow is tying now and the beauty of today’ is dying, but the nursery of trees remains the eternal care of our universe for us
February 9, 2007
where do I come in?
What techniques is it?
The picture can be digital or drawn by hand… the sheet of paper or canvas can look better or worse, but all mentioned above define just the background surface that meets us in the frames on the walls of the Fine Art Palaces: we look at what is made by ourselves and the flatness is just the flatness. But in case the colors capture us, the artwork ceases to be something framed, and we feel ourselves in the wonderland … while walking down the street of fairy town, I chattered with childhood toys that were used to awake on midnights in fairy tales… the sort of paints that were used for the picture lost any meaning.
