Opus Six. 158 strokes in the direction of the «Black Square»
31x22 сm, ink, pen, qalam. April 27, 2012It took just two strokes less than I’ve expected to fill the square. Even if it where a rough draft, the densly hatched surface create different impression from the empty or half finished one. But the drawing has its own life and every little accident changes it. In this case — a blot.
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 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 Fifteen. The Russian give-away.
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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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