There is no concrete definition for the concept “beauty of calligraphy”. It can not be measured or judged. One can only feel it opening his/her soul for the Universe, putting off all the problems and troubles. It is the most possible form of sense which we can not see or take, but it always exists… or not. To feel another beautiful and light Universe means for a human being an ability to relive a second birth, to find himself in a more beautiful world.
Papyrus, Chinese ink, pastel, 55*55cm, 2010.
Rice paper, ink, brush, 60x120 cm, 2008.
The Sun of Zambutiv
Rice paper, ink, brush, 68x75 cm, 2008.
Rice paper, ink, brush, 63x124 cm, 2008.
Rice paper, ink, brush, 55x124 cm, 2008
The Wind of the Steppe
Rice paper, ink, brush, 110x45 cm, 2008.
The Military Sky
Papyrus, Chinese ink, watercolours, 55*55cm, 2010.