Trees strive for light and feed the fire. People change, as they can't stay the same forever. Waters purify… Oceans are replenished with them ... and ... give birth to clouds ... thunderstorms ... sun showers… So do the senses…

The senses for which these collages exist alter and affect, move, and live, breathe and help to breathe.

The senses are the heroes of these collages. Heroes indeed talk and argue, give birth and are born, sometimes are ready to kill each other, and sometimes to resurrect one another. Heroes are common. They appear or are taken out of their native, familiar places. Similarly, ordinary objects — their photographs — leave their usual contexts and go on a journey, into the dimension of surrealism, into these metaphorical collages. They are sent to awake and awaken everyone ... Everyone who, while looking, will see, realize, and go on the journey as well... And in these senses, we see ourselves as "others", and in "others" ourselves. And as it happens in real art, transference and catharsis are the purpose of their and our meetings…

The senses are not only the heroes of these collages, but also actors, actresses. They perform roles… Therefore, you will meet actors in multiple series of these dialectical collections at once. In each new role of the series, they will continue to remain recognizable and at the same time become new.

Senses are like the games of solitaire laid out in a series of collages in search of questions ... answers do not arise immediately, but do arise in the depths of intuition… Now it's time to stop watching... it's time to "lay out" your solitaire and open the codes. To doubt and believe! To think and reason…

The senses in the surrealist collage are alive, free, because they are there for the living, and to remain eternal interlocutors of the ever living.