The starched tablecloths are straightened and bright. Polished glasses are being placed upon the tables, marking the hour, when the terrace is almost deserted underneath the afternoon sun.Original size: 80x120, oil on canvas
Tired, wiry hands tell the story of a hard day’s work. They hold books and newspapers or a coke can, anything to make the long way back underneath the stark neon lights of the Moscow subway more bearable.Original size: 100x100, oil on canvas
The past, embedded in the present of the eternal city, beckons and torments with its unsolved puzzles. Can a secret be extracted from the old book?Original size: 70x80, oil on canvas
Which memories does the smell of a lemon peel conjure up in the mysterious girl? Stealing an unobserved moment in the, as-of-yet empty, bar, she devotedly dives into a hidden universe.Original size: 90x130, oil on canvas
Neither inner reason nor all valid objections can deter the two opulence-loving friends from their longing for luxury.Original size: 100x100, oil on canvas, 2011
One last dab of eyeshadow to complete the combat gear! It protects, makes one invulnerable and fosters security in one’s own beauty - in a world making women having to fend for themselves.Original size: 100x120, oil on canvas
