Singing light, supple and soft like a limp dough, sticks to the fingers, easily finds the intricate forms.
Flattened, bulky, oblong and rectified—the sleeping shapes piled and forgotten by all.

Pulse is the possible metaphorical entrance into the existence and filling the space with self.
The heartbeat, day and night and the trajectories of planets are the different forms of emptiness.
The emptiness slowly fills in the space and transforms into the familiar shapes of color, desire, fading glance.
Thus we recognize ourselves in the emptiness and achieve our nothingness.
Re-surrection, re-building, re-order, re-flection, re-jection. Reflection of time slowly disappears in the pulsatory emptiness.

Wild parade of buffoons, who goes into the distance through the soft glass of a broken bottle on the bottom of the city sewer. The work is based on the music of the Dance of the Buffoons from the Snow Maiden op.12 Peter Tchaikovsky. In this piece, I tried to separate different components of the musical structure: harmony, rhythm, tempo, etc. Thus, all these parameters start to exist separately. Familiar harmonies and melodies, distorted and permutated, transform the everyday story into a surrealistic action.
The shadows of buffoons are reflected in a dirty glass shard. They whirl in a crazy dance that constantly changes the tempo. The shadows become gigantic, then disappear.