Sometimes it appeared to me that all my past experience in bottles painting was a practice needed to create this series.
The text messages are written and corked in eight bottles of the same shape. It is a short poems about the love story between the two. All transformations caused by the affair are described in the messages from the first to the last bottle.
The pictures are extremely minimalist, and the epoxy resin was used to make the corks transparent.
And I beg your apologize for the translation. I still don’t speak English fluent enough to translate poetry.
1. TEMPTATION 2015 glass, oil
Who are you
For been in my dream each night?
And seems me in the crowd each day?
I want to close my eyes inside
In order to not see such dreams again
Your patient predatory sight
Amid the apple blooming
I know this titillating tail
2. MEETING 2015, glass, oil
I want to tell you so much
I get another dimension
When I am meeting by chance with you.
Here is the rainbow across the sky,
And the singing bird,
And flying with zero gravity.
Everything is clear and true
and words are not important.
Here are the flashes in the night,
And the silence in the darkness
And the gentle touches.
Here, desires escape over the edge …
But there is a nod in reply:
What’s up? Yes?
3.CONTACT (Drunk thoughts )
We will all die.
Time does not stop.
We came alone, and will go alone
Let’s quickly take up our arms
Until not fall into the void
From which there is no return.
All. Here. Now.
Kiss me, kiss!
My precious life!
4. THE UNCERTAINTY 2015 glass, oil
This day has passed as hundreds of days before it
Without sadness and attempts to reconcile
Water washed away your gentle touches
But has not washed away the desire
To feel your touch again.
Between us words were lost in expectation
As a drop in a fog
As a moment lost in time…
5.REQUIEM FOR A WEDDING GIFT 2015 glass, oil
Isn’t it sad?
No love, no carnal fun
Are these reasons for the death of a bed sheet?
For travel from the left cheek to the right
and turn around
as the inspector Insomnia had torn a ticket.
6.SPRING SEASON 2015 glass, oil
You have not seen
As autumn time has come
Around only gray mist.
They say, that you cannot find
A needle in a haystack.
In a crowd, I’ll help you find me.
They say, after the fall season
The winter freezes blood.
You will awaken me
In the morning rays.
And I’ll whisper that the spring is coming
7.CONTINUED 2015 glass, oil
Already all has happened,
What is next?
It seems no pain, no sorrow
The clock is ticking,
I should put the point.
time puts the ellipsis …
Had burned all!
With coal from ashes
Now should I write again your number
or should I make
the beautiful line on eyes?
8. MESSAGE 2015 glass, oil
You live without me,
And breathe without me,
My fluids do not reach through the distance
The letter is unfinished,
Is white as the first snow
Where there aren’t words yet
How big is chance?
In a vacuum of silence,
On this big planet,
In this huge world
Just in this life, before the end
Will my message be read
and in your hands?
In the 5 years since the series was created, my epoxy cork have darkened, and maybe I’ll have a chance to see how time will make them look like amber.