I cover a canvas of impressive size with paint (pure color or complex shade), layer by layer, and as soon as the paint layer starts to adhere to the canvas and previous layers, I wash away almost everything that has not had time to adhere with a powerful stream of water.

In fact, it is an important self-reproducing ritual for me. I must understand when to stop. If there is a creator of all that exists, then one can imagine that he also repeatedly wiped off the face of the earth all new generations of being, until he exclaimed: "this is good!" Everything that was "washed away" became earthly dust. Dust is no different in composition from the final creation - it is a substance teeming with possible being. This is how I see the earth. It is simultaneously the same in terms of the potential "charge" within itself, and infinitely different in different corners of our planet. In the TS series, I wanted to feel like part of a larger and larger self-reproducing ritual...