The return to simplest techniques and skills – the drawing with black ink on white paper – renders speechless, if only for a moment, all the inner and outer “brainiacs” and allows happily to surrender to a movement of the hand and a line that follows it. The suns, eyes, fishes, flowers, stems, each purposefully and meditatively repeated a hundred times apiece, gradually lose their literality, having reached the zen-buddhist “void” and transformed into simple, yet clear, graphic symbols, not unlike the archaic hieroglyphs. The meaning reveals itself through a graphic line with neither words nor commentaries. And it is only after the process of drawing is completed that Artist’s studio reopens for Critic and Curator who h
ad been shown the door before.