Friday, December 24, 2010

(no subject)

Well, (no subject) is a good name, too. I'm so tired..

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Waiting for the bill

It's a typical Montenegrian painting - with blood, bright colors and distorted perspective.


Monday, December 6, 2010


I'm still planning to paint a bigger version of this.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

My Shallow Roots

Well, this one is called "My Shallow Roots" and it naturally is about my shallow roots. It's full of little details that unfortunatelly can hardly be seen on the photo.

zoom in

Friday, December 3, 2010

Fucking Format

I've been somehow focused on the format recently trying to get the most of it. I want to use all that a canvas space can provide, even the fact it ends up, sometimes suddenly. Just like our life.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I've been singing again. I stopped singing regularly more than 10 years ago, mainly for two reasons. First, I hardly liked any particular song at that time, except for a few old russian folk songs, charmingly meaningless. Second, I had such a lovely voice or something, that when I did my best, I just couldn't help crying, which obviously pissed me off (fortunately I never did my best on public for metaphysical singing is quite a dirty thing for a 17 year old girl to do on public). Now I've been singing again, but it's more like technical singing - I'm trying to play theremin vox and sing simultaneously, which was pretty hard at first. It's like having two throats and two voices, but only one pair of ears. And it has nothing to do with playing Bach on the piano - you cannot listen to both, the only way is to think of intervals, not tones. Well, I hope that will work.

Bathtime in Bonići

This one is called.. say "Bathtime in Bonići" - first, to make good the color, and second, well, it must have one name or another anyway, I guess.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


It's a two or three years old painting, and I was quite a different person then. Or I wasn't. Who cares? There's no me, if one comes to think of it.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

De cara a la pared

"Against the wall". Feat natural (though dead) clover leave and "Z" letter cut from a piece of blue paper.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I bought a great deal of different paper and had a good sampling. Almost every kind is great for watercolor.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

I still keep it

When I was a little girl (which I probably still am) we used to make what were called "little secrets" from every piece of broken glass we came across. You take some leaves, flowers, ribbons, pieces of paper - all that useless stuff that girls appreciate so much. You put it to the ground under the glass and then cover up with the earth. That's it. That's your secret.

Well, though I'm 30 now (according to records at least) I sometimes think I still keep it.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


Obviously I'm not a graphic artist. Working on aquatint and etching step by step has introduced sad changes into the drawing.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Happy In Its Own Way

I made this one last week and I really like it, first, for it's so sad and second, for it's kind of 3D:

Thursday, November 11, 2010

No style - no limits

You would be amazed to know that there're books written on how to develop a personal identifiable painting style. Oh God, I just don't need any.

Blow up

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

A friend of mine (who is a designer, which is probably of some consequence) told me the other day he likes dope mostly because it makes him so creative. He's just so quick, so full of ideas, he only has to take a piece of paper to put it down for further usage. Well, you know, I envy him. I have these creativity bursts all the time, with no stimulation. I see visions either awake or asleep, it just makes me sick sometimes. I'm haunted by unborn pictures that probably have been aborted by other artists and now want me to bring them into life. That's why I must get drunk now and then - drinking helps me to stop this constant flow of ideas that comes through my head.

I've been dreaming again

A quick sketch for a bigger one. It's so small that the fish in my hand is completely unrecognizable, and I'm planning to add some more details, like furs and feathers, which perfectly represents my feeling when just woken up.

Healthy Habits

Well, I kind of finished this one. It's called "Healthy Habits" and it has a piece of a diagram on it.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

A blog no one follows is like a dream no one sees.

No matter what I say I am, I'm ok.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Whistler and Russia

This one is called "Whistler and Russia", after a book, which it has nothing to do with, actually. It's always this way with me.

Monday, November 1, 2010

I don't fit in and I don't give a damn

A sketch for the bigger one which I'll most probably never have time to complete.

Friday, October 29, 2010

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.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

dreaming of you

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

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Monday, October 25, 2010

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.


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

Sunday, October 24, 2010

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)

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Thursday, October 21, 2010

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.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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.