Geometry of Life

The paintings of this series tell that the essence of all natural phenomena, events and beings on our planet can be explained and depicted from the point of view of geometry and with the help of geometric symbols and concepts. This series is for those who love and understand the mathematical world. Through strict geometric symbols, I will try to express my understanding of the correct arrangement of everything in space. The laws of motion and interaction of elements in nature, like the laws of the evolution of human consciousness, act according to the once clearly defined rhythm. The rhythm of the breathing of our universe.

20x20 cm Tempera and fluorescent pigments on canvas. 2017

This painting illustrates in the form of geometric symbols, the laws of creation and growth of the forest, as well as a story from my early childhood.
... I lie on my back, on the soft grass of a sunny meadow, watching the tops of trees that swing slowly, in time with my thoughts, calmly, but not sleepily - well ... Suddenly, one by one, threads appear between the treetops, thin, shining, flowing with fast movements, and I understand - the trees talk this way with each other, they are alive, like everything around. This understanding surprisingly changes everything around, coloring the sky, and the trees, and myself with the radiance of the living and moving light. Not frightened and not afraid, I am watching and memorizing, I study the laws of the movement of Light, what is interconnected, where go and what change different threads of light. I see how, long before the appearance of a new tree, the seed creates its glowing future image and how my movement and feeling of love for the forest and for the world decorates and heals myself ...
I am five years old ... and life seems endless, it ever was and ever will be ... and I am in it, too, like the ever-moving pulsar of light, from the very beginning to the very end - always in rhythm, together with the whole universe.

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20x20 cm Tempera and fluorescent pigments on canvas. 2018

Water is my best friend, I am fond of water, the element - my mother, filling me with its strength from the inside and out. Here is the first spring stream cuts its way through the snow to the lake, I move two stones to make it run happier. Here water slides on the fingers from the tap, I see how a sunbeam from a window splits a trickle of water into rays, bubbles and balls of light ... Here already the April stream full of force, without doubts, rushes fiercely to the lake! And you can smell the mountain and cedar freshness of the stream, long before you hear its powerful roar! And already from beyond fly and are felt familiar balls - thought-images of a stream of water, there are more and more of them, as you approach the stream. At dawn you crawl out of the tent into a milky white dense fog - the lake breathed with its iridescent balls, I admire how they play, dissolving in the stream of the first bright rays of the summer sun. And at the end of October - the sky is crying, foreshadowing the appearance of sharp rays and corners in balls, as in the physical world, the cold foreshadows the appearance of spiny snowflakes - thought-images of stellar height and endless force, this simple and incredible phenomenon - water.

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20x20 cm Tempera and fluorescent pigments on canvas. 2018

Solar sparks - the earliest, brightest and most diverse in form, they contain all the shades of the rainbow, but their center, powerfully shining with whiteness, flashes out dark shades, turning them into a cold blue glow. Freshly washed with a short summer rain, the morning sun plays on mother's eyelashes with balls of sparkling light, warm and cozy. The fierce hot sun makes you shut your eyes, look through your eyelashes, and to watch this kaleidoscope of rays and balls playing with all the colors of the rainbow is so interesting that you look, even when tears begin to burn your cheeks. The sun shines through the clouds, and then through thick layer of leaves, and touches the ground, already scattering into many finest golden rays and lines. These lines and rays you can take by hand and direct where you need to or just admire them and play with them, the subdued and obedient element of sunlight in the forest - will not burn and will not get angry. On a cold winter day, it seems that the clouds are already very tightly wrapped around the earth, when suddenly, just before sunset, the sun is smiling slightly, shyly gets pink, looking out for a moment, before the chilly night, will conquer the sky again. And one day in March, the sun suddenly begins to pour everything with such a powerful golden stream that resembles a waterfall of rays and the triumph of light. Hooray! The sun is with us again and it means - nothing is scary and the darkness is backing down again.

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20x20 cm Tempera and fluorescent pigments on canvas. 2018

Sparks of young fire, youthful and cheerful, are flying out joyfully of the tongue of a candle flame, brightening on a cake with one candle and dancing. At the end of May we go along the edge of the forest, to the lake. Far away from the darkness shines a small bright star, it’s my Dad has set up a bonfire on the shore of the lake and is waiting for us. The star becomes brighter, crumbles into multicolored sparks, and then completely turns into a huge rainbow ball! And next to the shining ball - Dad, set up a fishing pole for me and smiles that he noticed us long ago and put the potatoes under fire - far-sighted! In the fireplace, the fire is strict, spreading its sparks according to the rules, it does not cross borders, quiet, obeying the hosts, the domesticated element ... Suddenly a familiar spark of a thought-shape of flame flies, but some kind of prickly, disturbing, gray around the edges ... I run out of the house and see - the terrible black smoke is pouring from the forest, the anxious sparks of the uncontrollable flames rush to spread along the horrible news: the fire broke out and is going to devour everything in its path. We call a fire brigade with a neighbor and admire how the raging flame is subdued, obeying the force pouring from the helicopter. The sparks of the flame fly ever softer and calmer, and finally, they dissolve completely in everything that exists in the surrounding shadow of early autumn twilight, approaching slowly and inevitably. Fire - the element of motion, the element of awakening, with force touching the most inert and immovable that is in the universe, forcing it to evolve and transform.

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