Well, today we have no ceative mood for the beach but suddenly I did something with my brother`s meal

Wow! 8-)

I am lazy, extremely lazy that summer. Even if I do paintings I am lazy to make posts or downloat the pictures so feel a bit guilty about it. This is my happy life on Corfu so this is clear: to be involve in art and to growth as an artist you have to be unhappy, better suffering or in pain… because in happiness people became relaxible. So I am relaxable here

This is the time to be happy and involve in natural sea life. I am swimming, sleeping on my favourite stones in the sea, listening sounds of nature, doing yoga before the sunrise. I am happy to see the green-geen sea, to make sketches, to feel how rocks growth.

Different coctails and smoothy is an important part of my diet. Being a strict vegeterian I have to design something eatable from local products by myself and so be independent.

On Corfu I did a delicious smoothy in my portable blender. Local fruits of Corfu is very nice, fresh just from trees and it`s fragrance made bouquet to smoothy. Well, my favourite smoothy includes 1 green apple, 1 orange, about 150 ml of water, 2 big spoons of soya milk powder, several leafs of mint, 3 spoons of honey and 1\2 big greece lemon (I like it with skin).

My portable blender is not very powerful so it is important to cut all fruits (especially apple) into small pieces.

Corfu is well known place of kumkvat fabrics makes liqueur. I can`t drink an alchogol and so could make only a glance  towards such product

Small blender works slowly and I have to stop it several time to have a rest.

As I like smoothy more smoothy I did it until it became soft and light.

On the last step I realized that forget the last ingredient - a green melon. It`s no problem! I ate it too!
 

So… Now this is dark, wet and windy in Moscow. But I do the same coctail and dreames about the warm sea and lemons on trees.

Hello everybody! Now I am nearly get enough sleep and ready to make something heroic, for example to clear up my work place anf files. Here it is a sketch I made in Paleokastriza, Corfu.

Sketches is really good thing to fix your feelings during travelling. Your hand and your heart working together could make literary doors to remembering, reliving. As you stay in a place you can do a sketch with strokes only by pencil or another tool. As I like chinese styles includs calligraphy I use a brush with ink. So the first step of sketch looks like that:

It`s enough for remembering and after strikes-sketch I dropped it and swam in beloved sea. Then it was a long walking back to Liapades and next day I continued painting. This is the second step.

As I painted green trees etc it was more clear what another strikes could make the picture more detailed.

Than I colored mountings and sky, and made shadows to create lively moving picture. If a painter want to paint in natural colors you could be disappointed. Everything will look boring. Naturallu mountings of Corfu is not yellow. But my feelings of that place is another. I can feel-see in colors the power of the rocks and grass and the picture is the mirror of my feelings. So here it is.

If you want to sketch something you should  release youself and let colors speaks with the music of life. If it is duet with your own heart-feelongs and the voice of nature around you, the picture is true and you can feel God over it.

Today is a gap between yesterday 6-hours lectures and the same tomorrow and even at Saturday. Too many students swarms around me wanted to affirm themes of their graduation works, to many calls and e-mails… It made me crazy. So I meditate to deep green and blue sea, remember how it shining and how the rocks grows.

That sketch I made sitting in Xenia cafe, Paleokastriza. This is so beautiful peaceful place with crystal sea seems as a green glass I love… I saw people jumped from the rocks and did the same. It was the rock about 3 m height (at the left side of the sketch, in the middle). It was so… so strange. I had never done it before, my maximum height was 1,5 m.  The point is to jump from 1,5 or 3m is completely the same. Only to have a courage and make the first step. I felt jump as a long moment, but not for my own movement. It seemed as the media - rocks, air and water - changed as floors in a building…

My consciousness was the same - bright point still and the world moved around. It was peripheral feeling how sea huged my body, how green water passed my body through and touched everywhere. ater I saw several Italiand guys jumped from about 7-10 m rocks at the right side of the bay (see it on sketch below). Sure I will do it next summer.

As I remembered the sea I felt a strong desire to paint. But it is the pressure of time!  Again pressure of time… But I need to do something with colors.

So I risked and imbued in sea colors my silk bed-clothes. The result is great! Why I didn`t do it before? It`s really beautiful - natural silk gently plays from emerald-green to blue. So today and in nearest future I will sleep covering with sea waves.
 

Today it was a strange mix of hard work (6 hours of lectures and no time to break), heavy clouds and as the end of the hard weeka piece of fire red sky I saw before the sunrise. It was amazing light, a breath of fresh nature and suddenly I remember how I worked at Corfu that summer.

It was something special. Being in full relaxation I painted by both hands. The sketch by brush and black ink  I did at Paleokastritza and made it colored at the hotel.

I feel a kind of deep relaxation as I worked by left hand. I suspect the left is my principal hand but I was changed to the right in early childhood. So the right is more experianced and I can work more quickly.  Working by the left I feel a relaxation and deep existence of the process and feel it more deeply. So the possibility to work by both hands for me is the kind of freedom.

...Several times I did the same here, at Moscow. But every time this is the pressure of time and in spite of  tension the right hand is better.  I miss my left hand writing and painting, may be it will be next week?..