As you know, in this series, I’m exploring the phenomenon of the short-term, the ghostly of the objective reality: man, nature. If you look at any object or event, you can see the mood that it has. All things interact with each other all the time. Everything and everything is connected. But what connects seemingly unrelated things? Their energy component. The work of this series combines a powerful energy wave that determines the transition states, or the upcoming transition.

That’s why my Lady Night is presented like this. She’s just like that today, tomorrow will go and never be the way you see her now.
I have my Simonetta, too, who knows, who will understand.

It’s an ephemeral summer, just like life itself. It’s bright, beautiful, delicious, juicy. It doesn’t let you enjoy yourself. I invite the audience to immerse themselves in the nature of summer, its smells, flowers, fruits, and happiness. Let’s leave the complex metaphysical questions about the brevity of this season, and just live in the moment. In a moment: tastes, life, a surge of strength and energy.

May my favorite month of the year so meets «Lady May». The girl from the series «Ephemerality of existence»,», where seasons pass into each other.

The lady came out in a special feature, dedicated only to May. The ode of Lilacs, Lily of the Valley, and white flowers, which I have not yet named, is the apple and cherry color of their prototype. Don’t laugh, it’s just that I looked into the magnifying glass and my kaleidoscope made these white flowers.

Let's the lilac flourishing forever! And the spring - May lives in the heart all year! All concerned are dedicated!

The ephemeral spring is like life itself. Perhaps spring is the most haunted of all seasons, ever slipping away, ever slipping away. Never lets you enjoy yourself to the fullest.
I suggest that the spectator immerse himself in the nature of spring, its smells, tenderness, youth, leave the complex metaphysical questions about the short-term everything and everything, and just live in the moment. In a moment: freshness, awakening, a surge of strength and energy.

Short is autumn with her descending and dull beauty, flittering leaves, faded flowers. The metamorphosis in nature during the transition from autumn to winter is represented as the face of a beautiful girl.
Gradually the last leaves die, the scarlet and the gold go away, the first frosts come, winter comes into its rights. The girl’s gaze becomes stressed cold, she is severe as a real winter.
I immerse the viewer in the cold of her eyes, whether he misses the autumn or is happy with the winter, it is up to him to decide. However, to think about the speed of the passage of time is worth considering.

The summer is quick with its thick shadows, bright sun, singing birds. A new season comes with other colors, moods, emotions.
The spectator is involved in the process of transition of bright summer with its fresh, smooth leaves and violet flowers to crimson maple autumn.
My energy message here is that all seasons are equally good, of course in perfect honesty, I love summer much more, but autumn gives us many interesting and new experiences as well. What the emotions of the viewer will be in the new period of life depends only on the viewer and his subjective view of the world.

I've been thinking for a long time whether I should express my opinion on current events in art. And finally, I decided to choose oil paints and this plot.
What worries me most about isolation is that you can’t go out and walk the streets. We can no longer walk through the city, breathe the air, enjoy the gradual coming of spring. We can't walk freely in the city right now, thus the streets don't exist for us at the moment.

The central character is a woman with a head cut in two. The head cut in two is a symbol of our life divided into two parts: before and after the coronavirus.
The girl is calm enough to look down on the audience and reflect on the situation without smoking a cigarette. She is in this state because she understands that everything in the world is transient and passing. Because the heroine is self-sufficient and intelligent, she is not intimidated by isolation as a phenomenon, but rather by a chance to listen to herself in a little more detail, and is now busy considering how to organize and structure her life accordingly.
Fire symbolizes the absorption of all previous life oriented in the outside. There are no more walks, meetings with friends, simple joys of life associated with socialization.
However, there is also the inner flame of the heroine, which gives hope for future life and open streets to help overcome this situation.
What will the world be after the coronavirus no one knows, but it will never be the same for many people. Perhaps people will understand that the meaning of life cannot be the active accumulation of wealth to dissolve it into the chain of consumption. The situation had shown that they were irrelevant in that context and could not be used.
Anyway, our inner fire will help us to survive and think about eternal values, and from a philosophical point of view, perhaps this is the chance we have to slow down and look inside ourselves.

The world around us is beautiful and close to the human soul. Instead of striving for complex expressive forms, it is easy to write them. Naturally, the image of this red-haired girl, the fiery nature, the heat of July was born.
The image is based on reality, not on excruciating philosophical reflections. Red, garbled, rebellious hair attracts eyes, green sprouts flow through the whole picture with a powerful wave of life. They frame a picture of butterflies flying to the flames of a fiery passion.
I immerse the viewer in the life-affirming energy of being, helping to forget everything «before» and «after».

Here I propose to look at our lives philosophically. Human faces convey emotions, passions, years, summers.
Look into this man’s face. You’re looking at a man who’s lived in the world for days, whose face has been swept away by deep wrinkles, expressing a whole range of emotions. There’s a strong, defiant, and uncomfortable temper, strong-willed and determined. Is he tired of life? What is read in his eyes? The burning blue eyes tell of how much he loves this life, and how much inner fire there is.
In this context, I ask the viewer what kind of life he chooses for himself, with or without fire? How does he feel about age? Does he realize that the presence or absence of fire has nothing to do with age? Maybe tomorrow things will change, or they’ll stay the same. In any case, it’s up to us.