My childhood pictures are made of sweet desire to discover flying Ginny pigs' magic and happy chocolate rain dreams. I could easily find them doing art and often the results were unpredictable.

I found my old pictures in worse condition than I expected to. They were drawn with a thick layer of gouache that now crumbles and loses its brightness. My little heavy thick things; I used a package of gouache for each. -)))
I also notice how I used to put my fingerprints on them instead of a signature, haha.
I took photos of these pictures (they're quite large) and added some brightness in Photoshop. Now I can rest assured they're safe. I'm glad they've survived; it feels like traveling in time. That's what magic is. -)) So, here we go.

Back in school I learned about how Napoleon's armies invaded Moscow and burned it. It appeared in my mind burning so bright, like if I'd been there in 1812.

This unfinished picture has a bird-ship flying into infinity. I'd probably jump into it. -) And I guess that little angel was inspired by Sistine Chapel ceiling.

Another unfinished picture. I remember I had no brushes. Fingers saved me but when I finally found the brushes I'd lost my inspiration.

Religious "postcard"... of a meter in size. Faceless people. -)) Portraits didn't bring me as much joy back then as they do now. >_>
I wanted to see this cathedral so much that I drew it in detail and kept imagining it from different sides. That dream came true just about 10 years later.

This weirdness -))) is something I can't even explain. I guess it was drawn for Christmas.

My first Real still life. I think I wanted to put all that was reflected into it. That brown-beige spot must be my reflection.

Lalala.