Creating art is the key to my life.  Creating art allows me to express my inner vision. Images flow from my imagination and come alive on canvas.

There comes a time in life when words are not enough to express the astonishment one has before the Ultimate Beauty that has been created by God. A time when a person needs to exceed the borders of words, a time when paintings can do more justice to this immense, wonderful feeling.

ART is a reflection of our reality. 
 
Magic touch of inspiration. Unique curves, smooth ends…
some strokes - few words,
one world interconnected with another...
leading to an inner satisfaction.

My work is a perpetual beginning. When I start painting I have no idea how the painting will end. Each piece is the result of an experimental journey in vivid colors, contrast, magic, movement and fantasy. Photoshop, ink and a brush provide the best translation to what I want to say. My paintings are windows to many of different emotions. Each painting has its own style and rules. Most of my inspiration is drawn from music, dreams, nightmares, rainy days and inner struggles.

When I was 3 years old, my father drew a dog for me. After that I would sit for hours, pen in hand, drawing. My grandmother thought my newly found “hobby” was wonderful, until I ran out of paper and she found my “murals” on her nice white walls! Although my career as a graffiti artist came to an abrupt end, my uncle, (himself who liked to draw), said to me; “I believe in you …one day you will be a famous artist.”

I was born in 1974 in  Ukraine. I spent my early teen’s years in Moscow, around bohemian artists of Old Arbat. I became very interested in psychology, particularly the process used by Freud to interpret dreams through drawing. I was also exposed to Symbolism and Surrealism, through the work of Salvador Dali. I had found new tools for expressing my feelings and emotions through the "dream-like" quality of surrealist  painters such as: French Symbolist painter Gustave Moreau, Russian Marc Chagall, French, the Spaniard Pablo Picasso and the American photographer Man Ray.

When I was 22 I came to the United States and I went to the Academy of Arts in San Francisco .  My fist homework was sold out to www.underview.com/hbsolaris.html.

But teaching has always been in my blood. My mother is my first and my best teacher in my life.

Once I asked her, "What do you like best about teaching?" She replied, "The excitement and satisfaction I feel when I am giving a little part of my heart to each of my students.

To me, that's what teaching truly is: giving something back."