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 It's been said, that our brain doesn't have sense of humour. Indistinguishably good or bad we record our behaving patterns. Brick to brick we build the wall of life, mixing light with darkness.

To bring out the balance we've been given the soul. The only device being capable to generate and receive the love. Love, that sometimes we need to struggle for. And be brave enough to accept it.

The art helps us slightly open the curtain to the world of parallel strings. It widens the borders of recorded life patters. It holds hand in the darkness and leads to the light.

Maria Shevchenko Gallerist
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