2021 oil on canvas 500 х 200 cm ⠀ It’s been a while since my one-legged friend flew in. He had the courage to sit on the edge of the canvas where I start the line. Beginning. I remember my parents carry me in a bag to swim at the Chersonesus, and I eat ice-cream - the most delicious ice-cream in the world. Second, third, fourth line - army, academy, kids... Movement on the smooth breathing and straight spine. The middle of the canvas. The hand wavered – departed parents. The paint becomes tensile and viscous - not enough solvent. Leaning on the adjacent lines, you see the benchmarks, but you start repeating. Impossible to control everything and the self-esteem appears through the right to error. It’s been a while since my friend has flown in ... ⠀ “The rules of a single brush line are the lack of rules, which begets the rule and the rule thus achieved, permeates the set of rules. The painting begins in the heart ...” ⠀ Shi Tao. The collection of opinions about painting. 1670