This is the first work in the series. In quarantine, I’ve given my work a lot of thought. My favorite genres of painting faded into the background, lost their relevance for me, so I began the search for new forms. My latest still life is a thing of the past. I packed it carefully in a wooden crate and sent it «poste restante».

Unfreedom is the word of 2020. Along with philosophical comprehension, it received its physical embodiment in ubiquitous lockdowns. We are locked in our homes, cities, countries. Our emotions are heated to the limit. And any new encroachment on our freedom is tantamount to an explosion. We are like a volcano that «suffers» for a long time, accumulates its power, but inevitably erupts, destroying everything around.

The year 2020 has imposed a disappointing sentence on the world culture: cathedrals, art galleries, museums and palaces are hidden from our eyes. This cultural places are like an impregnable jail for eminent prisoners. It’s a period when «Last Supper» is only the chamber’s wall which we marked our past «cursed» days on.

The year 2020 has imposed a disappointing sentence on the world culture: cathedrals, art galleries, museums and palaces are hidden from our eyes. This cultural places are like an impregnable jail for eminent prisoners. It’s a period when «Last Supper» is only the chamber’s wall which we marked our past «cursed» days on.

The year 2020 has imposed a disappointing sentence on the world culture: cathedrals, art galleries, museums and palaces are hidden from our eyes. This cultural places are like an impregnable jail for eminent prisoners. It’s a period when «Last Supper» is only the chamber’s wall which we marked our past «cursed» days on.