There may be forest there, further… But far and snow comes up to the waist
32x24 cm, ink, pen. August 16, 2011Откуда вдруг среди лета снег по пояс? Да от белого листа.
Someone passed here in the morning, may be with a dog
Notes on the grass, 2011
Wind?
Notes on the grass, 2011
They call it here a landscape. Will not be unseen till tomorrow.
Notes on the grass, 2011
Yes, here, now.
Notes on the grass, 2011
An evening alert
Notes on the grass, 2011
Sow thistle: letters on the wind
Notes on the grass, 2011