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The Arts Are Encroaching One Upon Another, And From A Proper Use Of This Encroachment Will Rise The Art That Is Truly Monumental.

I Let Myself Go. I Thought Little Of The Houses And Trees, But Applied Colour Stripes And Spots To The Canva... Within Me Sounded The Memory Of Early Evening In Moscow, Before My Eyes Was The Strong, Colour-saturated Scale Of The Munich Light And Atmosphere, Which Thundered Deeply In The Shadows.

I Value Those Artists Who Embody The Expression Of Their Life.

Color Is The Keyboard, The Eyes Are The Harmonies, The Soul Is The Piano With Many Strings. The Artist Is The Hand That Plays, Touching One Key Or Another, To Cause Vibrations In The Soul.

To Create A Work Of Art Is To Create The World.