I am interested in shaping different figures from my early childhood. The working material was clay from puddles near my house, and my wet pieces of art were thought into the fire. And all that survived after destroying for not-dried figures fire had been a real treasure. And as a child grants all own troubles, joy or satisfaction to the piece of plastic made in form of doll, I also wanted my piece of clay to be alive (my figures got eyes, later on voice).

In time ideas appeared about art and that its mode where things wont be regardless to a person, about warm-sensitive paints that can change colour from breath or touch, or about sensitive substances that can change form and volume when a person is approaching. These materials are rare and expensive, but they have worthy substitute clay that provides sound.

It can be said that this is just a different point of view on the things that were born from traditions.