Diptych

Once, during a conversation, the composer Ihor Shcherbakov proposed me a joint project: an exhibition of my painting while modern composers perform their own works. I presented the series of works "Transient": Morning - Evening; Day-Night; Life-Death; Being-Non-Being - faces of time...One flows into another...Where is the starting point? The concert ended, the last performer came out, sat down on a chair, took the cello, the first notes sounded. Suddenly, a ray of the evening sun slipped through the window in the twilight of the hall and began a slow movement along the wall, stopping on my paintings. "Morning light - Evening light." flashed with saturated colour-light! The beam went out with the last sound of the cello…