The idea to paint a series of paintings about withered trees came to me when I saw such trees in a lake in Siberia. The lake, highly likely, did not have a name. It was small and located near the road in the Kemerovo region, where I come from. Every time I passed by, I looked at a dozen trees in the water and thought that there was some kind of charm in the gradual withering of nature and there was a beauty of its own. Everything is cyclical in our life. The birth of life and its decay. There was life in this lake, fishermen constantly fished there. Everything was visible from the road. But a few years later, a concentrating plant was built across the road, where coal was brought from coal mines. After all, Kuzbass is the coal region of Russia. The coal is refined in this factory, the water is taken from this lake, and I think it drains back. But after any processing, water will no longer have the same chemical and molecular composition as before.
The more a human being "expands the area of his possessions," the more he invades the wild natural world. This inevitably leads to changes. So the more cynical a human being, the larger and more cynical changes in Nature.
The paintings from this series depict trees that have dried up due to natural causes. With color, I wanted to show a bit of this fading beauty, not on a destructive industrial scale. You won’t see darkened water and oil stains on the water, dead fish, and bulldozer-plowed terrain. I prefer to concentrate on the good and catch pieces of beauty, even if sometimes they cause sadness! Remember them like this. And love nature, because it is beautiful!
