DESCRIPTION
Sometimes the Russian calendar says the spring has come already but outside it is cold, frosty and sullen winter. During this period the bright sun rays, blue March shadows and the birds songs seem to be far away. At the same time the snow is not so fluffy anymore, everything is covered with brown patches of the melting snow. The gutters and pits are getting naked to show off their brown insides. In the gray air we feel the endless spring fever, as before the rapid change of the season, when nothing is able to stop the spring.
Natalia Kosyachenko,
Art critic
