Magic art transformation. This is my next attempt to capture the development process. When a dream, a slight hint takes on a real shape. I don't know if it worked, but I tried to display the transformation of the painted flowers into real flowers. That is why half of the picture is cold metal, bursting with delicate flowers. You can just fill the canvas with color, or with spots, or with life. I wanted to fill it with life. You can enclose the flower under a glass cap, or you can free it. The picture is small, but the idea is huge. Beauty will save the world! Beaten, blurred, more like a banal cliche, nevertheless, absolutely true dictum. The beauty saves the world every single moment, it does not allow us to slide into technocratic soullessness. Today is the day of the artist, so symbolic. The artist is like a bare nerve, reacts sharper, he is vulnerable, he is eccentric, he is a big child who pretends to be an adult. The world of adults is so predictable, but the artist's fantasy is boundless and all-conquering. I really hope that someone other thinks the same as me.