DESCRIPTION
The hard Siberian Winter is a dream and a quintessence of the weather in Russia. The crispy snow, the skin-tingling cold and the cold-air burning lungs. Though the true magic of the Winter one can feel at the edge of the Spring, when the sunshine becomes a bit warmer. Seeming to emphasize the bottomless blueness of the sky, infinite whiteness of the snow and silent trees curdle under March sunshine, being afraid to frighten away anticipation of the coming Spring.
Natalia Kosyachenko,
Art critic
