One piece #3 from a series of bark.
I started doing this series of works after the start of the war. Somewhere in the bowels of Russian forests I founded pieces of bark — I didn't cut or correct these pieces in any way, but only put them together, and the images were born by themselves.
As an epigraph, we can take the words of a poem by one of the most famous Russian poets, Sergei Yesenin: "There are many trails in Russia. Whatever the path is a coffin, whatever a mile away is a cross..."
