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My Teens

As a kid I was enjoying playing games with my pals, or when alone at home, to build plans for my future. And these plans included, of course, a prince-on-a-white-horse coming to take me away. But since the Prince was still not coming, due to the "iron curtain" around the ex-USSR probably, I had to learn to live in the real world.

And that's me at about 10 or 11 years of age as a young pioneer - the period when we were taught that fairy tales are not true. But I still believed and still waited...

That was probably my first and most profound existential drama...

On the Road

But life goes on, and finally I grew up to that period when someone have to decide what does he/she want to do with his/her life. So I left "home, sweet home" and moved from Ukraine to Moldova, Chisinau to study the art of painting.

All my spare time I spent in the local School of Equitation drawing horses. I often went to the stables to help grooms. There I won the horses confidence and we understood that we are the same blood, and as a token of great privilege they had taught me their language and shown the World through the prism of theirs eyes...

And today when I feel sad or confused I imagine myself being a horse... sometimes harnessed into a cart with an unbearable load, sometimes with wide spread Wings...