This image I consider the best I've ever made.
She's so calm and trusting in her natural beauty.
Clear.

some part of my favourite paintings

Flower flow

sometimes I feel that I see myself through her face.

sea hat for spring

Miss my hair now.

Darkened Liza and her light.

I used to dislike impulse.
Now I got attached to it. Sticky bugger.

20 thousand pounds. in 2 years.

god help me!

generating art from science

beauty sometimes has scientific context.
investigation in science expands on art.

I've visited nano tech exibition and saw that strange substance. liquid which surface through vibration created strange cone- shaped spikes.
Recently I've found out that this substance is called Ferrofluid and it has amazingly beautiful grid. Its movement cannot be preconcieved although it has one of the most geometrically harmoneous structures I've ever seen.
spontaneous harmony.
feels like all molecules have just decided to put some cool clothes on so we can observe them dancing.

what is elegance? what should be severe and serious? what should be vulgar and violent?

being gloomy in photos is some kind of reflection of my mind? I enjoy it a lot.
however I don't feel myself rather distant and cold.

go away!

"When in love, the sight of the beloved has a completeness which no words and no embrace can match: a completeness which only the act of making love can temporarily accommodate."

is it me who is mad? 

 I wish all my past events which transformed in some miserable recollections- hah sometimes it feels like all that universal sadness just came across and then sinked into my heart, so all that memories would just stay however I want to design  some nice looking machine that would just erase all that past. I'm so sorry. Present turns into past so quickly and I simply can't catch its tale. That fluffy tale.

never mix sex and love. go to hell with such a definitions that sex and love is the same.

I'm not sure that Omar Khayyam in most of his romantic poetry wrote about making love simply meant fucking around? 

Well yeah how about being in love for 4 sodding years, platonic. And that was wonderful.

thank you, experience.

again and again

another experiments.

hands trying to get use to drawing

 

Light, its structure always fascinated me. How it may take you anywhere, with all possible forces of nature.

I've made a few experiments with it. Hope to continue and widen my knowledge.

don't mess it up

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me, like that, in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..." 

The next day the little prince came back. 

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..." 

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince. 

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all." 

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near... 

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry." 

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..." 

"Yes, that is so," said the fox. 

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince. 

"Yes, that is so," said the fox. 

"Then it has done you no good at all!" 

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." 

so what's the matter with you?

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