It is raining at the moment – gentle giant paws with water fingers are tapping against the drum-like stretched earth. This sound is a perfect excuse to pause and share my new creations with you.
Apples in December (23” x 35” // oil on panel). Creating it was a journey to the nostalgia space of heart, where it is minus twenty five below zero (Celsius), the days are dark and short, yet are the perfect soil for creation. It is a strange thing – summer days do not come to my mind, when I think of the place of my childhood in the North of Russia. It is always snowing in my memories of home.. or sometimes it is just very still, intensely still, like a quiet presence of a high-voltage electrical current, woven through with the deep frosty spirit of winter and covered in diamond untouched blankets of many months of the White Sea cold.
A couple of recent sketchbook pages (graphite on moleskine)
P.S. The recent inspirational reads from the time spent away from the studio are two short stories The Death of The Moth and Street Haunting by Virginia Woolfe.