will she say yes?.. :)

When you don’t trust your babysitter

The new chapter

The place I spent my teenage years was far from being aesthetic paradise. Actually, it was (and stays) a real slams. Municipality has some plans to take it all down and build a regular middle-class neighborhood. But right now, just as 20 years ago, these houses are still here. They are so ugly, that has even some kind of old charm.







Back then, this dispiriting landscape around wasn’t bothering me. I was concentrated on myself my friends and our relationship, fantasy books (reading Hobbit and Lord of the Rings again and again), and drawing comics with little creatures, which my mum still keep in a box on top of her cupboard. Not the creatures, of course, the comics.

Now I like to believe I see the real things as they are. I have to see it, because now I am a responsible grown up. We all have to. But sometimes, especially when I am walking around with my kids I enjoy to look through my personal kaleidoscope. Then I can turn this:



into this:



see more transformations

One day I was cutting tomatos and suddenly had an idea for the new painting. «I’ll use pencils, acrylic and watercolors together,» — was I thinking while sketching.



I noticed that the pose and face of one of the women on my sketch reminds Ingre’s La Grande Odalisque (not the albino monkey, but the pencil face on the left)


La Grande Odalisque, Ingres, 1814

Did you notice that her hand is too long, and the left leg is in impossible pose? Well I did, but only after reading about it in wikipedia.

So, this is my Grande Odalisque, but in her normal life, while she is cutting tomatoes after swimming with friends in the river.



read more

Sometimes I repaint details, or faces again and again. Like in this little portrait. First the head was too big, then not the right face expression, and too looks like me. Yes, it is a self portrait, and supposed to look like me, but too boring — if my cat can look like a leopard, I also can be somebody else)

what is interesting about this work, is that the fox first was supposed to be a cat:

the bowl of milk


anger warning signs