my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



all in good time

it's frightening sometimes how  i love to be alone

here is a kitchen top with strawberries, better to say strawberry leaves, oxalis
and grandma's gloxinia, which i moved to a different pot in full bloom
and since then it is just leaves.. yes

in a week there will be my first small exhibition, in the heart of our city, in the book store. just like
with a lecture, i've been offered this space. for no reason and out of nowhere
. there will be forest
watercolors, where i still feel all the lines and colors, even after few months they talk to me, with
no disappointment. 


помню, когда вдруг началась жизнь в пятом году и случилось все сразу,
тогда у нас были большие пленочные фотографии, почти каждый
месяц, когда только узнали про роллы с огурцами и kikkoman.
старый серебристый телефон, от которого сначала отвалились
верхние кнопки, но им все равно можно было пользоваться много
лет вперед, носить в варежке, чтобы не пропустить смс в сильный
ветер на мосту, в эту нашу петербургскую непогоду. такую родную

good night to you all


  1. oh, olga. i know exactly how frightening.
    i wish i could come to the bookshop
    to see the little universe of your work, the wonder of it.
    that also, in good time. i wish you the best.

  2. how much i'd love to visit that bookstore
    to wander though your watercolour forests
    and enter your world
    opening a window to ga golden world

  3. wow! it's wonderful...
    wish i could visit the exhibition there..

    i can imagine how nice it will be at a bookstore...
    your paintings and small creations with books
    how cozy they will feel there...


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