I started this one yesterday and was immediately asked to sell it as it is. I did not.

A little of me

I cut my hair. Not had my hair cut, I literally cut it.

Just a couple of sketches.

dreaming of you

The bubble has some broken mirror pieces, so one sees one's reflection while looking at the picture.

The Tower of Babel Project (Approved)

Just failed to make a good photo of this one.

Do not know how to use your theremin vox?

One hundred and one ways of using your theremin vox while not playing it.

1. Make sketches.

2. Put down the menu.

Fall

Thinking of Moscow (and Russia in general) makes me sick. It's a game you can never win.

A kind of autoportrait

You cannot build a time machine but you can easily become one.

Happy Bloody Birthday

If you can't decide which way to go, go both.

The night life of trees.

I wake up at 5.30 every day. It's ok, I don't mind it. But I go to bed at 22.00 and the thing I do miss is the night life of trees (a piece of poetry here)

Canon

And this too.

The cow

I don't know why I'm posting this. Absolutely no idea.

This is an old work, and my mother is still young there. Well, she's quite a good looking person at present, but she will never smile this way any more.

I'm so exhausted physically that beautiful things just make me cry. I mean it, I could hardly drive towards the sunset. Actually, brought up in Moscow, I'm quite insensible to natural beauty, while when tired and tender, I do want to go and declare my love to each refuse container I come across.

I still think it was cute.

I don't drink wine. I eat it.

Salt and Pepper

Pepper and Salt.

It's like Torah, it will tell you everything, you just have to read it all in the correct order.

Seeguls

Saw a woman throwing bread to pigeons, two cats waiting by her side. Wondering which species she was taking care of in effect.

Trolley

I hate teddy bears. Saturated tenderness. Like caffeine pills that keep you awake but don't bring any joy.

Low season

Spent the morning waiting for the sun to rise but it just didn't. Bloody hell! 6 months of darkness and cold delivered to your door, yearly.

socket

Life's about to change more significantly than ever, which feels like going to outer space with no towel on.

Still life

Moscow is a cold, snowy place. Once or twice a year it suddenly gets hot, but still everybody's unhappy with the possible exception of Eugene.

Still abusing light.

Light abuse

A cezve+a spirit lamp - and I can save the world. Well, at least I can make coffee wherever there's water and oxygen. And coffee, of course.

Ilya Burich

Paper on.. well, on paper. A4.