Opus Eighteen. The confirmation of the right…

Opus One. 40 strokes in the direction of the «Black square»

Opus Two Big Gray Square number one

Opus Three. The sudden death of a blot on a tainted piece of paper

Opus Four. 80 strokes in the direction of the «Black Square»

Opus Five. Big light grey square №2

Opus Six. 158 strokes in the direction of the «Black Square»

Opus Seven. From tranquility to tranquility, or Smoke on the water

Opus Eight. A sudden meeting of the two blots, the big and the small one, in an aggressive environment

Opus Nine. Above the eternal peace, or Smoke on the water

Opus Ten. Lost blot

Opus Eleven. 300 strokes in the direction of the «Black square»

Opus Twelve. An almost white piece of paper ruined by the blot, or The sun above the sea

Opus Thirteen. An april night in brief.

Opus Fourteen. On ambiguousness of the simple solutions

Opus Fifteen. The Russian give-away.

Opus Sixteen. Saying Goodbuy to the illusions

Opus Seventeen. Birdie, come back!

Opus Nineteen. The letter that wasn’t sent

Opus Twenty. Black light

Opus Twenty One. Cut

Opus Twenty Two. An attempt of a tenderness through the invisible  barrier

Opus Twente Three. On a summer night I try to silence my heart waiting for the sun to rise.

Opus Twenty Four. The vertical sea tores the frame apart.

Opus Twenty Five. There’ll be no more flowers.

Opus Twenty Six. A white square upon a black. Night, morning 

Opus Twenty Seven. 34 turns on the way to myself.

Opus Twenty Eight. I love to walk in the rain with no umbrella.

Opus Twenty Nine. Invalid Request.