I grew up in Russia, in the old northern town of narrow streets, ancient cathedrals, long white snowy winters, white cottonwood blizzards every spring…
Painting became the color, the meaning, and the way to feel and to live. It led me through adolescence, strict schooling, sleepless nights of motherhood, through the strains of marriage, deaths, and the feverish attempts to grow new roots in strangely colored soil of a new country.
All of that fascinates me.. people, their connections, aspirations, and the mysteries of everyday life….
Thanks to my amazing photographer friend, Emily Schwank, for taking this picture.
