You Are Here

I've started a new series. Well, I've actually started two, here's the first one. It's called "You Are Here" - there'll be drawing of human bodies (or parts of h.b.) on city maps with the red mark indicating whatever it's suppose to indicate.

Low season, part II

Experimenting with materials.

Demagrittising the mirror (preparatory sketch).

Dreaming

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

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

Just a couple of sketches.

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.

Canon

And this too.

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 don't drink wine. I eat it.

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

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.