BORN in Vorkuta in camp solitude
in the middle of a polar summer when the sun is shining,
without going over the horizon, going around in circles
all the way through the polar winter. One year of life
it's just one bright day and one black day
a night colored by the fantastic
with celestial lights.
Infinite sky and limited by despotism
space on earth..
Despots go away and their rules of life disappear.
Grew up in the Donbas under the steppe eagles,
on waves of stubble, with pyramids of charcoal
breeds, next to people whose fates they were trying to
to wipe the dust, but either they didn't have time,
or the people were harder than the rubbers.
I studied at the Buturlinovsky art-
a graphic arts school, then the Moscow
higher art-industrial
college (former Stroganov College).
Worked as a freelance artist
in art collections, publishing houses,
movies, television, painted churches and
cathedrals, in short, painted the gray of everyday life.
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