The presented series of works in the Premonitions section includes works made during the long period, on which he started working in 2019. These are both graphic works and several paintings. These are different plots and divided into different series, but they are all united by a single line of anticipation of what might happen. Most of these works have a description made in verlibrium, which is the key to explanation, although it adds more questions than answers.
Red Line. Feeling
The series is divided into two parts. The first was started at the end of 2021 and ended on 24.02.22. The second part began immediately during Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine. Each letter of the work illustrates the horrors that were committed by the Russian military under the leadership of the Russian authorities in the cities of Ukraine. By simple graphic means (doodle technique), he tries to convey to the civilized world about Russia’s aggressive intentions towards the Ukrainian nation and state. The pain and suffering caused by Russia’s suicidal imperial expansion. This the author’s personal struggle and the way to Ukraine’s victory in the unjust and aggressive war of Russia that began in 2014. The main thing in the series is – the shape looks like a house. A house is a family home, a private space, a fortress and so on. But today the Russians are insulting our common home – Ukraine. He looks at this series as an exhibition in a space where each work is a separate story about a specific historical event, and the protection of himself and his family. The whole series is a story about the country.
This is always something that each of us, and me too, can ignore. We keep it close to us, hide it in the bowels of the subconscious, pretend to be dead asleep, and only the flicker of the eyelids betrays life in me and in each of you. There is a fight going, but me and each of you are standing aside. We wait, we tolerate, we give in, fighting for capitulation instead of victory, we change fear for life, we choose guilt instead of confession, we crave bread instead of freedom, as if crumbs of comfort are worth more than love. We stare into the eyes of the blue monkey. Let’s see … And hope makes me and each of you to wait until the blue monkey to look away first.