Everything Starts From A Dot.

Painting Took On A Fabulous Strength And Splendor; The Object Was Discredited As An Indispensable Element Of The Picture.

The Deeper The Blue Becomes, The More Strongly It Calls Man Towards The Infinite, Awakening In Him A Desire For The Pure And, Finally, For The Supernatural The Brighter It Becomes, The More It Loses Its Sound, Until It Turns Into Silent Stillness And Becomes White.

Color Is The Keyboard, The Eyes Are The Harmonies, The Soul Is The Piano With Many Strings. The Artist Is The Hand That Plays, Touching One Key Or Another, To Cause Vibrations In The Soul.

Every Work Of Art Is The Child Of Its Time, Often It Is The Mother Of Our Emotions.

Empty Canvas. In Appearance - Really Empty, Silent, Indifferent. Stunned, Almost. In Effect - Full Of Tensions, With Thousand Subdued Voices, Heavy With Expectations. A Little Frightened Because It May Be Violated