I continue to paint picturesque female portraits. Bright color abstraction, in an incomprehensible way for me, is superimposed on the beauty of women's faces, creating their expressiveness and feelings. It continues to excite me with the same intensity. The portraits are large and sometimes, forgetting myself in my work, I feel like an ancient man in front of a deity. Surprisingly, I create this deity! Or maybe it creates me?
The finished portraits exist separately, they look either at me or a little to the side, they flirt a little, feel, love, dream, and I don't understand what I have to do with this life of theirs?
The modern world is multifaceted and contradictory. A colossal stream of information falls on us every day. Once, I realized that by protecting ourselves and even unconsciously putting a mental barrier on the path of this flow, we often rob ourselves, depriving ourselves of freedom of development. An attempt to deliberately expand your horizons, this is existence on the "edge", but in this way you change, which means you live, not only as an organism.
Opening to the flow, I feel a stormy emotional cocktail mixing in me. On the one hand, this cocktail gives a feeling of the fullness of being, but on the other hand, it threatens me with the loss of myself. And then I start to paint. By intuitively mixing them, I find the shades of colors I need, which, apparently, are subconsciously connected with my impressions.
I am trying to piece together such seemingly incompatible colors and shades. Collect in harmony female beauty, the most perfect on the planet.
Colors fall on the canvas in their spontaneous impudence and immediacy, repelling each other, conflicting, taking everyone's attention to themselves. But I need to reconcile them in order to reveal a complex and contradictory image, born of the surrounding space and time, to create a single and beautiful image out of chaos, in order to once again feel whole and existing. And in these moments I understand that painting for me is not just an occupation or a way of life, it is an excuse for my existence.