exhibition "Metaphysics of the landscape" in the Dnepropetrovsk Art Museum
something eternally-original comes through deceptively recognizable landscape shapes, through the transcendent line of an autumn forest, urban streets or invisible rivers of human hands…
a landscape rubs against the sides of a leaving train like a street dog, licks the hands with the spurts of sunrays, then rolls from side to side, shows sandy belly and keeps on running, becoming less and less visible…
internal ties: reserved structures of birth and death, attachment and alienation, come to the front either through the fog of April forest, or through the coldness of child’s sleep...
metaphysics of landscape