это я сижу рисую в Пусане сентябрьским летом.
мама сказала мне не привозить песок в красках, а я всё равно привезла.
было страшно душно и жарко, а в воде рыба плескалась. было очень хорошо.
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dedicated to cats 1) ‘m.’
20x20, oil and oil pastels on canvas
colour palette inspired by JJK s.3
2) ’the cat lying in its basket’
pencils on paper
3) unfinished portrait of our family cat Vasiliy, 2025
25x40, oil on canvas
inspired by paintings of Park Soo-keun
: лучший recap 2025 для меня — мои миниатюры из любимых блокнотов, обязательно с бумагой молочного цвета. сложно пересчитать количество моментов, которые я хотела запечатать и оставить их не только в памяти, но и в жизни. решила, что лучше рисовать с разбега, неразборчиво или осторожно, как получается сейчас.
на одной из страничек написан мой стих, я написала его в сентябре:
‘I’m afraid of death,
I’m afraid of life,
I’m afraid of everything I feel,
I’m afraid of everything that I touch
I’m afraid of seasons,
I’m afraid of colors,
I don’t think anything could be harmless’.
pencil sketches, sketchbook, 2025.
The story of three pomegranates traveling from Armenia across Europe to my friends
Venezia — Milan — Basel
“Three pomegranates”
Oil and liner on hanji paper (한지)
A3
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15.09.25
S(e)oul metro
in Seoul’s metro people usually sit in their phones; they sometimes talk and today I saw a company laughing. Their clothes’ colours match, as if they have a strict palette to wear — usually it’s dark blue (which is very common), black and white. Sometimes it could be jeans or brown clothes.
People don’t usually smile - especially to strangers. They have turned their heads, with black - coloured hair toward their phones, and they quietly wait their next station or a seat, which could be free.
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16.09.25
train from busan to seoul
today we visited busan. honestly to say, Busan is quieter place than seoul. Firstly you notice it in people - people are mirrors. And of the city as well. Busan feels as a little 성냥갑 - matchbox. As if you could take it all in one hand and place all the sliding on streets old people, salty waves, colorful houses, all these curly mountains and funny boys, put them into a deep pocket and open whenever you miss those feelings.
