artist Pavel Guliaev
People put on their own chastity belts, and they are constantly looking for keys to them, or eventually break them, break all the locks, and then re-fasten them with tape.
She creates the world that surrounds her. She attracts to itself that which sustains its existence. And the fact that She has drawn to itself what She has created forms itself. And already is unknown, that primary in her world, and that is secondary. But one thing is certain: she is the quintessence of everything, she is a Duchess, and without her all this, her whole little world will collapse into meaningless pieces.
February is the time of revolutions and the time of my birth. It is a time when the air freezes on the lips, when winter seems infinitely long. This is the time when it begins to seem that the world has always been and will be black and white, when any bright color destroys the harmony of gray, black and white . And at the same time, it is in February that we begin to live in the spring, not a single sign, which is not yet. But, this spring is born in the depths of u
Who knows what lies behind a human’s appearance? Could it be that behind that cold face, behind that distant exterior, there were passions and a fire that had been suppressed for the time being? And is worth only shell of, holding all of this although would in one place losing the tenacity, as the flames will find itself the exit and will escape resurfaced. And what it will lead to, no one knows.
The Motel is a place that waits for everyone
at the end of a long day’s journey. This is the place where “today” ends and “tomorrow” begins. The Motel doors are portals from today to tomorrow.
And it happens that in this place ends “ here “and begins “there”. And this “there” may be completely us, not expected. Leaving the Motel in the morning,we can find ourselves in a ompletely different world, not the one in which we were yesterday
When there is cold and war, when each individual ceases to matter, when death is waiting for us at every step and we are surrounded by an icy dead desert, then and only then do we begin to realize the importance of each person who is next to us. It is at this time of cold and death that it is very important to find a shelter where one can warm oneself, if not with fire, then at least with human warmth and sympathy. A place where mortal oneliness leaves us.
Everything we do is written down in the diary of life. Nothing can be removed from this diary. It is impossible to rewrite unsuccessful lines. Every letter in this diary is the unvariable. And someday this diary will lie on the judge's desk. Can the judge be replaced?
We're reaching for new knowledge, like a butterfly reaching for fire. And it doesn't matter to us what kind of knowledge it will be. We just remember what we have forgotten a long time ago, and we are regaining what we have always had. As a crazy miser, pulling all sorts of crap home, we collect lost knowledge, hoping to find the truth.
In this game, the winner is already known before the beginning of the game. But the only one who will be defeated will be the one who will stop this game and surrender. The meaning of the game is only in the game itself, in the enjoyment of the game. And although in this game it is impossible to become a winner, but there is a possibility to be undefeated.
All doubts and anxieties here are irrelevant. We cannot miss the train. Everyone will get a ticket and a seat on the train, but no one knows where they are going. And the waiting time can last forever. But it's an eternal waiting room, and the time here doesn't matter either.
Time to throw rocks, time to collect rocks. The main thing is not to make a mistake in the queue. And you should always be ready for the next turn of time, so as not to get into trouble.
They were born on Earth. All their thoughts are only about earthly matters. They live in earthly cares. And nobody knows that at night they leave the Earth and rise to the Moon. Their father is the Moon. They are the daughters of the Moon and no one can hold them back.
The dark entity sits like a devil in a snuffbox on a spring that's compressed to the limit. Easiest awkward movement and the devil pops out, frightening everyone around. And no one can drive him back. And then comes the external force and forces this dark entity to humility. Until the rest of the devils jumped out of the snuffboxes. Also, we can not always cope with our own demons. And sometimes we need external help.
A soul like a bird sitting in our chest. If the soul is not given freedom at least sometimes, it can break the rib bars and break free on its own. And then no one can bring it back.
If cold and lonely doesn't leave you. If you are surrounded by emptiness and estrangement. Look around you and see if anyone is behind you. Someone you once met in the winter emptiness.
Pride does not allow her to turn around. Pride separates her from everything that happens around. And would she be the queen if she asked for help? And if she took help from someone? Not! She is a true queen, lonely and alien to all.
Every our movement brings chaos in the ideal world order. With our thoughts and actions we help entropy. We unconsciously destroy the world around us. Human desires, thoughts and actions are intertwined with each other in the universe and crawl away like a cancer tumor. And only conscious inaction can somehow allow us to see the ideal order of this world, to allow at least a little to prolong its existence . ...
Among the worlds, among the spaces we are looking for our place. We are looking for a place where we will be fine, a place where no one will disturb us. We seek, we knock on doors, we ask. But how rarely do they reveal to us, how rarely do they answer us! And very few people manage to find an unoccupied place. And we are all looking for , all wandering the restless ones unable to stop.
We, as children, take from life all that we want and do not ask permission for this. We subordinate others and at the same time do not take responsibility. We do not give anything in return, we only take. All creatures on earth and sea can become our food. And no matter what will happen tomorrow. Today we want seafood delicacies .
This world is beautiful and amazing. We live among flowers, birds and butterflies. We enjoy the sky and water, plants and animals. This is what we live. This is what we indulge. Light butterflies on the wall, how beautiful they are! And the hands themselves - are drawn to them and break off their wings. We cannot cope with our passion for beauty. ...
We break all ties with this vain world. We throw all that loved and everyone who loved us. We renounce everything that keeps us on Earth. And now, we are free. We soar like birds in the sky. Nothing bothers us. ... And just by turning around, we notice that everything that we left is left with us. And it will never let us go. And all that we can afford is the illusion of freedom.
People live by subjugating others and submitting to others. Strong subordinates the weak. The weak obey the strong. Physical bodies can be subjugated by physical abuse. But each subordinate carries the germ of his own submission.And only a person who does not seek to subjugate others can remain truly free. ...
A slight rustle behind your back makes you turn around. No one. Strange voices behind the wall. Someone’s breath touched your cheek. Maybe it seemed to you. Not. You just do not notice the creatures that live near you, but in their own space. And you feel only hints of their existence. But this is a whole unknown world. And there are people who can communicate with this world. There are people who command some of its inhabitants. And these people call themselves pri
Every new day brings us new gifts. And no one asks us whether we want to receive these gifts or not. But as it turned out, our whole life consists only of these daily gifts. We live in the hope that there will be more pleasant gifts than evil ones.
Every day, someone in heaven, or maybe somewhere else prepares gifts to us. ...
The rituals of seduction are varied. And they have no rules. Absolutely meaningless strange actions can lead to completely unexpected results. And maybe the absurdity of the environment and actions is the main rule of seduction. After all, it pulls us from a comfortable state and overturns all our well-established notions of temptation. And it takes us off our defense.
We are waiting for changes. We hope that the rain will wash away the dirt from our souls. We hope that the storm will disperse the demons, tormenting us. We hope that a thunderstorm will clarify our thoughts, free us from depressing worries and from unnecessary self-blame. We are waiting for a thunderstorm, we call it, we hope so. But we are afraid of it. What will be left of us after the thunderstorm?
Every family is happy in its own way. Everyone has the right to happiness. It does not depend on beauty, intelligence or kindness. It does not depend on anything. Happiness depends only on the understanding of each other by members of this family. Family idyll is a separate inner world that exists independently of the outside world. This world may seem terrible to the uninitiated. But it is ideal for lived there peoples.
This world is created by the Puppeteer for himself. He filled everything with his creations. And these creations can be both beautiful and terrible. The Puppeteer loves them all the same. Each creation has its place in the world of the Puppeteer .And all of them are connected with the Creator by the thinnest invisible threads. And with external freedom, everyone obeys his will. After all, he is the Puppeteer, and all that his dolls do is only a repetition of his movem
How often we repel those who are devoted to us, those who protect us. We in our pride turn away from those who love us. We do not understand that we are becoming defenseless from evil, which we simply did not notice before. After all, before we were surrounded by loving and loyal beings.
Drums beat , trumpet pipes, rumble the timpani, flutes play a bravura march. Why did they wake us up so early? The sun has not yet risen. Not yet roosters crowed. Where are we being driven into this cold foggy dusk? We are undressed. Our children cry. Get out of warm bedrooms! Get away from the comfort! Get out of your life! We are all mobilized. Adults, children, alive, dead. All of us now became necessary to the one who raised us at this early hour with the roar of