Black, absorbing everything in itself space. Emptiness against which life is born. Lightning, clouds of multi-colored gas form into leaves, arteries of branches are drawn, seeds descend and give rise to the next new life. How and when did life begin? Scientists give answers, religion is the same, but what will the artist answer? How do I imagine what life is? The length of time we travel from point A to point B? Each for the time measured out to him … Or is it a flash that will light the way for the next generation? We do not know how much longer we have to go on this path. How many trials, joys and disappointments await us. All we know is that today I am, I live and create. Someone moves progress, someone studies history, someone brings up children, and someone keenly feels and tries to tell his worldview in his works. If it touches someone's soul, stirs up his worldview, gives hope or encourages a new undertaking, I did my job perfectly well.