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Concept

to be updatedMy paintings do not match the "color of the wall".
The choice of style depends on what goal the artist pursues and what tasks he sets for himself throughout his creative journey. The creative process and the logical result of this process is the revelation of the master, it is what comes from his heart.
My paintings do not match the "color of the walls". I fill them with content, which is called "action". But they should hang on the wall and be part of the collection of a true collector who appreciates the design and inner content of the picture, its content. They are very different from each other, because I like to experiment.
My paintings do not match the "color of the walls". I approach the idea of a future picture like a director of a future film. The content of my paintings is very associative. They should not be seen, but felt with the inner sense. If a collector has purchased at least one of my paintings, it means that he and I are in harmony in our philosophical attitude to art and to life in general, we are like-minded.
My paintings do not match the "color of the walls". They make you think a little. The concept is very simple and at the same time complex. No one wants to overexert themselves with excessive physical activity. My paintings are complex in their concept, but if they make you think (according to the confession of my collectors, they do), and not just admire only a color or a stain, then this is already a success for me.
My paintings do not match the "color of the walls". In my paintings-parables there is a personal thing, unlike any other - it is symbolism. An artist like no other perceives and feels the world through his prism. I am not the only one in this direction. Therefore, my style can be attributed to "symbolic conceptualism".
My paintings do not match the "color of the walls", but they have every right to be on it, but on the open space of this wall, on its central part. I assure you, you will not get bored of them, because you will want to buy more and more...
Conducting:
One little seven-month-old boy could barely hold on to his fragile legs, holding on to the side of a baby cradle, and emotionally drew abstract spots of one simple color (ocher-golden) on the wall, understandable only to him. It was his first picturesque - monumental picture on the wall. That boy was me.