About works
Here you will find pictures about your and my misfortunes, which we sometimes endure stoically, sometimes not so much — as best we can. It tell stories about the beautiful and the sad, sometimes ironic, sometimes tragic. There is no sensationalism in them — these are calm, sincere works, created with great attention and love for your sensitive heart.
I hope you like it.
I hope you like it.
Runaway
What did that darkness conceal? Evil beasts? Unclear shadows? Voices of the past?
And finally, after long wanderings, the forest ceases to be so dense that light cannot penetrate through the thick crowns.
The trees part. You see the sky and the sunlight. Quickly, quickly, get away! You managed to find the way. You can stop being afraid now, girl. It’s not so mutch scary anymore.
And finally, after long wanderings, the forest ceases to be so dense that light cannot penetrate through the thick crowns.
The trees part. You see the sky and the sunlight. Quickly, quickly, get away! You managed to find the way. You can stop being afraid now, girl. It’s not so mutch scary anymore.
Nogoodluck
Indeed, it’s a rare stroke of luck if you happen to find a four-leaf clover. Just like in life, it would be great luck to be born, for example, with excellent health, in a safe place, to meet a person who is perfectly suited to you…
Don’t be too upset if you find a three-leaf clover. It seems that this is simply normal and most likely.
Don’t be too upset if you find a three-leaf clover. It seems that this is simply normal and most likely.
Nettle
«Do you see this stinging nettle in my hand?.. Those you must gather, although they will burn your hands to blisters. Crush the nettles with your feet and you will have flax, which you must spin and weave into eleven shirts of mail with long sleeves. Once you throw these over the eleven wild swans, the spell over them is broken. But keep this well in mind! From the moment you undertake this task until it is done, even though it lasts for years, you must not speak. The first word you say will strike your brothers' hearts like a deadly knife. Their lives are at the mercy of your tongue. Now, remember what I told you!
She touched Elisa’s hand with nettles that burned like fire and awakened her. It was broad daylight, and close at hand where she had been sleeping grew a nettle like those of which she had dreamed. She thanked God upon her knees, and left the cave to begin her task.» — From the fairy tale «The Wild Swans» by Hans Christian Andersen.
She touched Elisa’s hand with nettles that burned like fire and awakened her. It was broad daylight, and close at hand where she had been sleeping grew a nettle like those of which she had dreamed. She thanked God upon her knees, and left the cave to begin her task.» — From the fairy tale «The Wild Swans» by Hans Christian Andersen.
Scars
All that remains for us is to try to transform the harm that has been inflicted upon us, which has changed us and become part of our experience, into something beautiful, so that the trauma ceases to be just a trauma.
To the victims
Dedicated to all who did not want to die.
Grieving
Dedicated to all who survived, but lost what was most precious to them.
Fort
The cloth of reality, as thin as gauze, is unraveling, and chaos is breaking through. Where the world is a little denser, you can be safe and happy.
Do you have such places? I do. In my memory, for example, it’s my childhood at my grandparents' house.
The warm white side of the stove. The lime is slightly bluish, matte, powdery, bumpy, with tiny threads and patches of the smallest bubbles and cracks showing through. It doesn’t look warm at all. A mysterious internal structure with a winding, red-hot chimney tunnel and pipes—water moving independently, according to the law of expansion of hot bodies. Sooty dampers, making the sound of metal scraping against brick. The black maw of the stove. Soot. Metal floor covering, brown paint. Pipes, repeatedly peeled and repainted glossy, with new layers of paint. Grandfather brings coal and firewood. The sound of a stool being moved, the splitting of a kindling stick. A match strikes. Warming by the fire.
Do you have such places? I do. In my memory, for example, it’s my childhood at my grandparents' house.
The warm white side of the stove. The lime is slightly bluish, matte, powdery, bumpy, with tiny threads and patches of the smallest bubbles and cracks showing through. It doesn’t look warm at all. A mysterious internal structure with a winding, red-hot chimney tunnel and pipes—water moving independently, according to the law of expansion of hot bodies. Sooty dampers, making the sound of metal scraping against brick. The black maw of the stove. Soot. Metal floor covering, brown paint. Pipes, repeatedly peeled and repainted glossy, with new layers of paint. Grandfather brings coal and firewood. The sound of a stool being moved, the splitting of a kindling stick. A match strikes. Warming by the fire.
Road to home
Dedicated to those who wanted to return home but couldn’t.
Frash air
This is a story about a man who desperately wanted to be free.
Convalescence
Convalescence is the process or period of recovery from illness, physical or psychological injuries.
So you’ve managed to survive the catastrophe, the nightmare is over. It’s already easier, but you’re still vulnerable and weak. You can already enjoy simple things a little, but you still can’t gather your thoughts and get down to business. Don’t rush, do what you can. Give yourself time to return to life again.
So you’ve managed to survive the catastrophe, the nightmare is over. It’s already easier, but you’re still vulnerable and weak. You can already enjoy simple things a little, but you still can’t gather your thoughts and get down to business. Don’t rush, do what you can. Give yourself time to return to life again.
The warmth of your back
This is a sad picture about loneliness. Loneliness when you are alone. And loneliness when you are with someone, but still feel alone. About the elusive nature of love and the human need for acceptance.
Silence
The sun had already set behind the forest. A feeling of belonging to this place. The river. Simultaneously ancient, like this world, and constantly renewing itself. I am a drop in this stream. A feeling of the inexorability of time and my own mortality in comparison with the eternity of this flowing water. How vast everything is and how small I am. Everything becomes unimportant for a while the cold waves wash over my feet. The first stars have appeared in the sky, and I return to the campfire. Mom has made tea.
About me
I am an architect by education and worked in this field for many years. This taught me how to handle long-term projects requiring consistency and teamwork. After moving to Poland, a series of events occurred that I inevitably reflect on in my drawings — circumstances forced me to leave my profession. However, I am not discouraged, and I try to use my strong professional and personal qualities and develop further.
I prefer to draw using traditional techniques — I find beauty in the naturalness of materials and pleasure in manual work. I also study graphic design — I work in Photoshop, InDesign, Illustrator, and have an understanding of print layout.
Drawing and the process of expressing meanings as accurately as possible in words and images are my ways of ordering and reflecting on reality. In this, it seems, I have achieved a certain success. My characteristic is not to close myself off from different manifestations of life, to "dive deep," and the world, in turn, has always been generous to me in terms of life experience. This, I hope, endows me with a special empathy for the viewer, and this is what I strive to express in my illustrations and texts.
Let’s create something cool together.
I prefer to draw using traditional techniques — I find beauty in the naturalness of materials and pleasure in manual work. I also study graphic design — I work in Photoshop, InDesign, Illustrator, and have an understanding of print layout.
Drawing and the process of expressing meanings as accurately as possible in words and images are my ways of ordering and reflecting on reality. In this, it seems, I have achieved a certain success. My characteristic is not to close myself off from different manifestations of life, to "dive deep," and the world, in turn, has always been generous to me in terms of life experience. This, I hope, endows me with a special empathy for the viewer, and this is what I strive to express in my illustrations and texts.
Let’s create something cool together.
Contacts:
anastasiaoglezneva@gmail.com
