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<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div>AMBY<\/h2><\/div><\/div>Artist<\/h6><\/div>Kyiv, Ucraina<\/i><\/h6><\/div><\/div>Biografia<\/h6><\/div>I paint what I call dreamscapes \u2014 \u0441\u043e\u043d\u043a\u0440\u0430\u0457 \u2014 places seen in a dream and longed for on waking. They first appeared in my work during a period of severe depression, when painting became a way out: I wanted to escape somewhere, so I escaped into the worlds I dreamed.
\nEach dreamscape is built in layers of mixed media \u2014 paint, textile, texture \u2014 until it holds its own atmosphere and depth, with no fixed horizon, where sky, water, and earth flow into one another the way they do in memory.
\nA dreamscape is love without possession: a place you cannot own, dig up, or carry home \u2014 only return to. I don’t try to depict a real landscape so much as the feeling of one: half-remembered, quietly familiar, and impossible to reach except in sleep. I live and work in Kyiv, where longing for a place you cannot return to is not only a dream but a daily reality.
\nWhat began as my own escape has become something I want to give to others. I paint these worlds so that someone else \u2014 tired or hurting \u2014 might step inside and rest there for a while.
\nMy dreams, given away as a place to escape to.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Artist<\/h6><\/div>Kyiv, Ucraina<\/i><\/h6><\/div><\/div>Biografia<\/h6><\/div>I paint what I call dreamscapes \u2014 \u0441\u043e\u043d\u043a\u0440\u0430\u0457 \u2014 places seen in a dream and longed for on waking. They first appeared in my work during a period of severe depression, when painting became a way out: I wanted to escape somewhere, so I escaped into the worlds I dreamed.
\nEach dreamscape is built in layers of mixed media \u2014 paint, textile, texture \u2014 until it holds its own atmosphere and depth, with no fixed horizon, where sky, water, and earth flow into one another the way they do in memory.
\nA dreamscape is love without possession: a place you cannot own, dig up, or carry home \u2014 only return to. I don’t try to depict a real landscape so much as the feeling of one: half-remembered, quietly familiar, and impossible to reach except in sleep. I live and work in Kyiv, where longing for a place you cannot return to is not only a dream but a daily reality.
\nWhat began as my own escape has become something I want to give to others. I paint these worlds so that someone else \u2014 tired or hurting \u2014 might step inside and rest there for a while.
\nMy dreams, given away as a place to escape to.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Kyiv, Ucraina<\/i><\/h6><\/div><\/div>Biografia<\/h6><\/div>I paint what I call dreamscapes \u2014 \u0441\u043e\u043d\u043a\u0440\u0430\u0457 \u2014 places seen in a dream and longed for on waking. They first appeared in my work during a period of severe depression, when painting became a way out: I wanted to escape somewhere, so I escaped into the worlds I dreamed.
\nEach dreamscape is built in layers of mixed media \u2014 paint, textile, texture \u2014 until it holds its own atmosphere and depth, with no fixed horizon, where sky, water, and earth flow into one another the way they do in memory.
\nA dreamscape is love without possession: a place you cannot own, dig up, or carry home \u2014 only return to. I don’t try to depict a real landscape so much as the feeling of one: half-remembered, quietly familiar, and impossible to reach except in sleep. I live and work in Kyiv, where longing for a place you cannot return to is not only a dream but a daily reality.
\nWhat began as my own escape has become something I want to give to others. I paint these worlds so that someone else \u2014 tired or hurting \u2014 might step inside and rest there for a while.
\nMy dreams, given away as a place to escape to.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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Biografia<\/h6><\/div>I paint what I call dreamscapes \u2014 \u0441\u043e\u043d\u043a\u0440\u0430\u0457 \u2014 places seen in a dream and longed for on waking. They first appeared in my work during a period of severe depression, when painting became a way out: I wanted to escape somewhere, so I escaped into the worlds I dreamed.
\nEach dreamscape is built in layers of mixed media \u2014 paint, textile, texture \u2014 until it holds its own atmosphere and depth, with no fixed horizon, where sky, water, and earth flow into one another the way they do in memory.
\nA dreamscape is love without possession: a place you cannot own, dig up, or carry home \u2014 only return to. I don’t try to depict a real landscape so much as the feeling of one: half-remembered, quietly familiar, and impossible to reach except in sleep. I live and work in Kyiv, where longing for a place you cannot return to is not only a dream but a daily reality.
\nWhat began as my own escape has become something I want to give to others. I paint these worlds so that someone else \u2014 tired or hurting \u2014 might step inside and rest there for a while.
\nMy dreams, given away as a place to escape to.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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I paint what I call dreamscapes \u2014 \u0441\u043e\u043d\u043a\u0440\u0430\u0457 \u2014 places seen in a dream and longed for on waking. They first appeared in my work during a period of severe depression, when painting became a way out: I wanted to escape somewhere, so I escaped into the worlds I dreamed.
\nEach dreamscape is built in layers of mixed media \u2014 paint, textile, texture \u2014 until it holds its own atmosphere and depth, with no fixed horizon, where sky, water, and earth flow into one another the way they do in memory.
\nA dreamscape is love without possession: a place you cannot own, dig up, or carry home \u2014 only return to. I don’t try to depict a real landscape so much as the feeling of one: half-remembered, quietly familiar, and impossible to reach except in sleep. I live and work in Kyiv, where longing for a place you cannot return to is not only a dream but a daily reality.
\nWhat began as my own escape has become something I want to give to others. I paint these worlds so that someone else \u2014 tired or hurting \u2014 might step inside and rest there for a while.
\nMy dreams, given away as a place to escape to.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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