Opus Fifteen. The Russian give-away.
32x22 сm, ink, pen, qalam. May 10, 2012The crosses won. The noughts cried with the blots.
The text found its way into the picture itself. One says «It’s your move», another is hard to read.
You are free to move out. Or in.
PS. The russian word for the «move», «ход», consists of the cross, the nought and the triangle.
Opus One. 40 strokes in the direction of the «Black square»
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Opus Two Big Gray Square number one
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Opus Three. The sudden death of a blot on a tainted piece of paper
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Opus Four. 80 strokes in the direction of the «Black Square»
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Opus Five. Big light grey square №2
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Opus Six. 158 strokes in the direction of the «Black Square»
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Opus Seven. From tranquility to tranquility, or Smoke on the water
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Opus Eight. A sudden meeting of the two blots, the big and the small one, in an aggressive environment
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Opus Nine. Above the eternal peace, or Smoke on the water
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Opus Ten. Lost blot
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Opus Eleven. 300 strokes in the direction of the «Black square»
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Opus Twelve. An almost white piece of paper ruined by the blot, or The sun above the sea
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Opus Thirteen. An april night in brief.
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Opus Fourteen. On ambiguousness of the simple solutions
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Opus Sixteen. Saying Goodbuy to the illusions
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Opus Seventeen. Birdie, come back!
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Opus Eighteen. The confirmation of the right…
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Opus Nineteen. The letter that wasn’t sent
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Opus Twenty. Black light
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Opus Twenty One. Cut
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Opus Twenty Two. An attempt of a tenderness through the invisible barrier
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Opus Twente Three. On a summer night I try to silence my heart waiting for the sun to rise.
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Opus Twenty Four. The vertical sea tores the frame apart.
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Opus Twenty Five. There’ll be no more flowers.
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Opus Twenty Six. A white square upon a black. Night, morning
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Opus Twenty Seven. 34 turns on the way to myself.
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Opus Twenty Eight. I love to walk in the rain with no umbrella.
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Opus Twenty Nine. Invalid Request.
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