Before me are two human silhouettes, born not from lines, but from light and movement. I don't paint bodies—I paint the vibration of the moment. The figures emerge from a swirl of colors, as if floating through thick water or fog. There's no clear boundary—only a sensation, only the breath of form.
The left figure is like a flash. There's a tension in it, stretching upward, as if the man is breaking the boundary between himself and space. He almost dissolves in the blue air, but still clings to reality—with warm, golden brushstrokes.
The right is his quiet shadow. It's bowed, soft, slightly tired, as if touched by a different wind, a different experience. But it's not weaker—it simply holds a different truth. Where one strives, the other listens.
The background isn't a background—it's a living field of colors. I apply turquoise, blue, and ochre as if they themselves were moving. The world around the figures is not static: it breathes, pulsates, surges and recedes.
For me, the main thing in this work is not realism, but a sense of human duality. Two bodies are two streams of a single internal flow. Two moods, two impulses, two ways of being.
oil, cardboard
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Before me are two human silhouettes, born not from lines, but from light and movement. I don't paint bodies—I paint the vibration of the moment. The figures emerge from a swirl of colors, as if floating through thick water or fog. There's no clear boundary—only a sensation, only the breath of form.
The left figure is like a flash. There's a tension in it, stretching upward, as if the man is breaking the boundary between himself and space. He almost dissolves in the blue air, but still clings to reality—with warm, golden brushstrokes.
The right is his quiet shadow. It's bowed, soft, slightly tired, as if touched by a different wind, a different experience. But it's not weaker—it simply holds a different truth. Where one strives, the other listens.
The background isn't a background—it's a living field of colors. I apply turquoise, blue, and ochre as if they themselves were moving. The world around the figures is not static: it breathes, pulsates, surges and recedes.
For me, the main thing in this work is not realism, but a sense of human duality. Two bodies are two streams of a single internal flow. Two moods, two impulses, two ways of being.
oil, cardboard
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