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 had been shown the door before.

Dmitry Pilikin