A year and a half in Northern Ireland

It’s been exactly a year and a half since I moved to Northern Ireland.
And this place… it changed my art.

I used to live in Moscow — surrounded by birch trees, muted skies, and a city rhythm.
Now I’m surrounded by hills, sheep, wild winds, and life that breathes with the ocean.

And of course, my work shifted with it.

The colors got softer. The space opened up.
Everything became more spacious, more thoughtful — and maybe more abstract, too.
My paintings started to feel more like air, or water, or quiet movement, rather than clear objects.
But I still love, from time to time, to paint something recognizable — a creature, a plant, a story.

What I’m sharing here are just details from my sketchbook.
Fragments. Bits and pieces.
They might turn into something more… or they might stay just as they are.
But I like how they quietly reflect where my art is going.

This sea-shaped life has become part of what I make —
and I want to begin sharing pieces of it here, slowly.