Familiar squares, indestructible strongholds of temples and heroic statues of our majestic ancestors in these images are blurred, lengthened. Not only the forms of objects, but also the colour itself undergoes certain metamorphoses, stretches out and turns recognizable city landscapes into predawn dreams, into blurred memories. The blue matter of the sky and the persistent stone of the buildings are fused into a single substance, into the very veil of our life that settles so in our minds.
Andrii Myroshnychenko