The year of 2018 was the time, when I went in for painting, and painted or drew more than four years in front. Nobody will never see the most amount of the works, sadly; if we counts. Like dear Paul Cezanne, I am, when I start to paint, the sort of the person, who rages, if anything goes wrong. My teacher comparred Henri Matisse with an obsessed with colours. I am mot Matisse. I am only curious about colours. Whatever I paint, a portrait, a landscape, I paint shades. I do not exercise graphics in colour, therefore.
My wish for the new year is to start painting from nature, from my own photos, at least.
Of course, I went up with that fashion is my fancy, and is only, in whatI wish for being engaged professionally.
Happy New Year!
