Oil on canvas, mixed media, 120x80 cm.

As a child growing up in the town, I liked to come to the village to her grandmother. She lives in an old house. Attic in the house was the room, which is often visited. The place is not only aroused my curiosity, but also fear, it seemed to me that the things that are there to provide some energy, a palpable residue existence of other people. Until now they inspire me items, but not new, but destroyed, unnecessary, with some past or secret. Processing is often a thing, so that it looked old. Sticking to the canvas such enigmatic material, my work becomes a trace of existence and transience, and attached objects I restore a new life. It is not always important to me about what to get just the effect. Not all the images also have a title, for example. ,, Squeaks and groans blue feathers ''. I try to choose such items to their design created a harmonious whole. Experiments with non-traditional media sensitize me to the nature of the materials and to maintain a consistent selection of colors and composition. My paintings are done in monochrome, organic range of colors. This color causing that my work may seem full of nostalgia and sadness. I think that they are just that, not because that such feelings ,, worming 'in me. My paintings play the role of cleaning - forming, getting rid of just the nostalgia and sadness. Combining creations from reality, which is not always accepted by me, I transmute your way and getting used to the authenticity of the world, from the top already created. I am looking for a specific poetics which items degraded, used, discarded may strengthen if I find them a new context, a new space for existence.