*** The soft amber glow of that film moment When your sleep dissipates Into the smoldering whispers of sun dawn. The feeling of a time and place Where the light…
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*** I tried to find a simple scene to begin with – To display an entire life in one candle shot, From the beginning to the end, Without any screen…
*** The green brings me back to my childhood. The smell of cut grass in June Meant the ‘white nights season’, When my father would run behind me, While I’m…
*** A turning point in a drama, A sudden star, A fragrant violet, A flower chaos in my mind, A dancer in a lotus dress As though from the Degas’s…
*** Underneath the façade of reason Lies beauty. It felt as if you had been made For eyes of mine Alone. I whispered your foreign name And let the bold…
*** I can happily watch you forever, The sculpture of all sculptures, No gallery has anything similar, Nothing like it in the art world. There is a truth in you,…
*** I stay on very late, To see you starlit, My fragile cliff road, My scherzo fantastique, My bitten fingernails, My valley verte, My cherry tree, My ‘yes’ and ‘shall…
There are quite a few milestones that comprise most art-based PhD journeys. Here is my recent one – a visualisation of a Russian-language symphonic poem ‘On How The Palace Bridge…
*** I listen to your voice message And think again how beautiful you are, Its candle tempo Melts better than the snow, Rachmaninov’s concertos, Black caviar… The feeling of your…
*** Picasso’s hair was square, Your hair is air, They know what ‘to fly’ means, They move with the slowness of sleep. They are zeppelins drawn By Da Vinci’s hand….
