Canvas for me is like paper on which I write stories about everything ...<br> I can be lost in dreams of love that is as juicy as fresh icy apples in the heat. The juice sprinkles out of these apples when you bite them. Sorry, I have splashed on you!<br> I can endlessly sink to the ocean floor along with handsome Jacques-Yves Cousteau and devour enormous amounts of lobsters, shrimps and Pirates' gold. Oh my God, my eyes hurt so bad because of the brightness of the pearls!<br> Paint is flowing on the canvas as slowly as the brandy in a glass warmed up in her hands ... Red leaves on acid-green lawn trimmed like a recruit’s back of the head ... A neat lawn-mower ... Crimson autumn... Brushes start beating out the rhythm on the canvas as jazz musicians’ brushes ... I’m singing: BE BA BA LU BA, SHE IS MY BABY! That's all me and my poems in paint..
Artist about himself:
<p> 1976 / BSPU, Graphic Arts Department (Minsk) / Member of the Belarusian Union of Designers, Member of the Belarusian Union of Cinematographers, Member of the Belarusian Union of Artists / the works are in the Museum of Modern Art in New Jersey, in the Art Museum in Vitebsk, various galleries in the Republic of Belarus, the private collections in Lebanon, Lithuania, Russia, Germany, France, Austria and Switzerland. </p> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>Artist's CV