There are a lot of messages in my e-mail box with different questions. This is a time to talk about myself a bit. I was born in the big industrial Siberian City, far away behind the Urals, in those unhappy days when all USSR citizens where heading very organized towards the final victory of Communism. Many years passed since then, many things happened. Not surprisingly, the final victory of Communism did not arrive. I remember, that being a small kindergarten girl, I already started to feel suspicious of endless restrictions all around. It seems to be so strange, that I just cannot go and see the other countries. After exploring them, I would come back home anyway. Home was so much better, we were constantly told. Why not give us a chance then? After all, why was anybody at all deciding for me, where I should stay, how I should live? Too many restrictions build up the resistance. I think, we where the first generation who started to ask themselves questions of how real the brilliant glory of the upcoming Communism prosperity was. What actually was going on and what did change in our lives since the serfdom of the eighteen-century? Why did we have to accept unquestionably all the limitations and restrictions of our gray existence? Whatever we dreamed about, whatever we started to develop, was broken very brutally behind the impenetrable wall of the Soviet reality.

The philosophy of fatalism is international, and not a prerogative of Socialism. Our land, nevertheless, was the best ground for letting it blossom in our young hearts. Old habits die hard. Many years passed since then, but I still feel hopeless and all alone, when faced with the caprices of life. I still feel, that it's very little what I can do to control events and there is someone who will destroy my whole dreams and good intentions. My last collection is a culmination of this unbearable feeling.

Myself, I feel a big respect for abstract art - ultimate expression of final predestination in all circumstances of life. I see it as a frozen moment, as a segment of a human vibration, which could be transmitted over the time. The colors would drop on canvas in a way they where destined to drop in that precise moment of eternity and are the unique signature of time. Most people would not agree with me, calling abstract art a cacophony. So I chose the image of a bizarre and sometimes attractive witch, to state inevitableness of the highest order. I hope that your personal fortune have got a kind face and have not been just mocking all the time, like mine. In any case it's no reason to be sad, just learn, for the sake of future millions lives which lie ahead.

In order to ground myself a bit, I work currently as a WWW designer and PR director for the Swiss-Russian joint venture SUPERRUSS.COM. Our main activity is going, of course, on Russian Internet. We want to deliver as much as possible information to the Russian-speaking people, to make their lives easier than before, by giving them a better choice. Though very young, SUPERRUSS.RU is already popular, and we are absolutely determined to be the best and to grow.

One day I would like to find myself on the endless beach of the blue ocean and paint new collection in turquoise and gold without a single droop of black.