And so, in the summer began my turning point, I discover myself more and more and this is reflected in the canvases. The paintings created in the summer “sewing machine, men’s hat, bread with garlic, Charlotte Bronte” are an exact color reflection of the state of my soul, a mixture of my emotional experiences.For example, – my desire to flee in an unknown direction was reflected in the picture of Charlotte’s life story. At the same time, the picture also shows the impression of a visit to the Bronte family house in England, her story of not a long life (unfortunately).In Odessa, in my parents’ house, nostalgia and memories of many moments from childhood are often found on me … My grandmother’s sewing machine. Both of my grandmothers loved to do handmade. I sat nearby, admired the beauty created in front of my eyes and listened to stories from their youth or about our ancestors … I still keep the lace and embroideries created by the hands of my grandmother, I still do not part with some of them and even brought them with me to Saudi Arabia.Painting with a hat.Hat …. yes, it is masculine, but it reflects my frequent condition.There are moments when you become discouraged, you are tired of everything that is happening around you, of fuss… your hands lowered … either life punishes us for something, or teaches something … but you drive this discouragement away , roll up your sleeves and act again.Bread and Garlic …. Lace, English bells …. it seems to me, dear friends, here many will understand that this is the interweaving of my simple desire for cozy home happiness. Same time here is the impression of a spring trip to England …Yes, all my paintings are pieces of my life story. Some of this stories know and only my canvases will know ….