My drawings





Sometimes time mocks at us.
Do we actually remember what happened then?
Or this is just something
we have been told about so many times?
Or maybe it has happened to someone else.
Or maybe we remember somebody else’s life experience.

Actually, it’s not time to be blamed.
Maybe some photo has triggered a stream of memories.
A message written in invisible ink or lemon juice.
And they come up in a certain time
at the moment you need them.
It is if you felt the fluttering of humming bird …
…and…
you start to remember.

It comes back to you and you are in a hurry to check it.
…Some items have remained just the same.
The house is still at its place.
The window…
What my Daddy was taken picture of
at when he had been a child is still there.
The picture of me is still there
no matter that 15 years have passed.
The crack in the stairs is a little bit bigger now.
The little door is now decorated by a web.
The stool is still at its place on the balcony.

(You keep turning round and round
as if you were looking for something familiar,
looking around and waiting to see it.)

…In fact, I was told that The Foal was yellow.
But I can’t remember it.
It might have been another one.
“Come out of the water right now, you’ll get sick” –
it is what I remember very well
and the only thing is that I’m not absolutely sure
that it belongs to the same moment.
What I’m not only sure about its
is that The Foal wasn’t mine at all
and the child I gave it back to uninflated, got furious.

One of the most comprehensible traits of memories
is that they come to seem pleasant
when one wants to share them.
If a man could flatter the people around himself
he should try to do it.
As if the memory can stay on as a little caterpillar
until something else gets into its place.

...

Понякога времето си прави шега с нас.
Спомняме ли си наистина онази случка,
преживели ли сме я
или това е просто нещо, което толкова пъти са ни разказвали.
А може би се е случило на някой друг
може би помним нечии чужди преживелици.

Всъщност какво ми е виновно времето.
Може би някоя снимка е отприщила порой от спомени.
Послание написано с невидимо мастило или лимонов сок.
То се появява след като мине време,
когато имаш нуджа от него.
Сякаш усещаш пърхането на колибри ...
и ...
си спомняш.

Спомняш си и бързаш да провериш.
......Някои неща са си същите.
Къщата си е на мястото.
Прозорчето.
Това дето татко е сниман пред него някога като малък
си е там
там си е и след петнайсетина години и на мойта снимка.
Пукнатината на стълбите сега е малко по-голяма.
Вратичката се е окичила с паяжина
Столчето си стои на тереската.

(Въртиш се, сякаш търсиш нещо определено,
оглеждаш се и чакаш да го видиш)

А всъщност казаха ми , че “Кончето” било жълто.
Обаче аз това не си го спомням.
Може да е било друго конче.
“.. излизай вече от водата, ще ти стане лошо” – това го помня много добре само не съм абсолютно сигурна,че е от същото време.
Със сигурност знам само, че кончето изобщо не беше мое и
че онова дете много се разсърди, когато му го върнах спаднало.

Едно от разбираемите свойства на спомените е,
че когато са приятни човек иска да ги сподели.
Ако може да погаделичка хората около себе си.
Длъжен е поне да се опита.
И като някаква гъсеничка спомена
може да продължи да съществува,
докато не го измести нещо друго.


"The door I"
Print, 130-100cm


"The door II"
Oil on canvas, 130-100cm


"The door III"
Oil on canvas, 130-100cm



"The door I, II, III"

Oil on canvas and print, 3 x 130 -100cm


"The Foal I"
Oil on canvas, 100-130cm


"The Foal II"
Oil on canvas, 130-100cm


"The Foal III"
Oil on canvas, 100-130cm


"The Foal IV"

Oil on canvas, 130-100cm


"The Foal I, II, III, IV"

Oil on canvas, 4 x 100-130cm


"Sunflowers"
/replica/
Oil on canvas, 55-46cm


"Body XXV"
Oil on canvas, 46-55cm


"Body XXIV"
Oil on canvas, 40-50cm


"Body XXIII"
Oil on canvas, 44-34cm


"Old woman"
Oil on canvas, 90-75cm


"Still life V"

Oil on plywood, 55-46cm



"A fishing boat"
Sozopol
Oil on plywood, 46-55cm




"Waterfall"

Palace and Botanical Gardens of Balchik



Oil on canvas, 50-40cm



"Mossy"
Mixed technique on canvas, 30-40cm



"Rock formations"

Mixed technique on canvas, 50-70cm



"Never lose yourself"
Oil on canvas, 75-90cm

"The sea"

Mixed technique on canvas, 85-91cm


"A torrential river"

Oil on canvas, 81-100cm


"St. Ivan Rilski Monastery"
Oil on canvas, 100-70cm


"Tsar Ivan Shisman II"
Oil on plywood, 70-50cm

"Tsar Ivan Shisman I"
Oil on plywood, 70-50cm


"Primorsko"
Oil on plywood, 46-55cm


"Sozopol III"
Oil on plywood, 46-55cm


"Sozopol II"
Oil on plywood, 55-46cm

"Sozopol I"
Oil on plywood, 46-55cm


...
Mixed media collage on paper, 70-100cm


Mural painting

Mural painting, 150 - 450cm



Mural painting, detail

"Still life IV"
Oil on canvas, 46-55cm


"Still life III"

Oil on canvas, 55-46cm


"Still life II"
Oil on canvas, 55-46cm



"Still life I"


Oil on canvas, 55-46cm

"Body XXII"

Oil on pasteboard, 100-70cm

"Body XXI"

Oil on pasteboard, 100-70cm

"Body XX"
Oil on plywood, 50-70cm

"Body XIX"
Oil on plywood, 50-70cm

"Body XVIII"

Oil on canvas, 73-100cm

"Body XVII"
Oil on pasteboard, 100-70cm

"Body XVI"
Oil on pasteboard, 70-100cm

"Body XV"
Oil on pasteboard, 70-100cm

"Body XIV"
Oil on pasteboard, 100-70cm

"Body XIII"
Oil on pasteboard, 70-100cm

"Ancient Greece"

Acrylic on paper, 35-50cm