Photo of the unfinished work. One of the six works stolen in the club "Bilingua"
"…It was a feat in the name of love.
For a whole month I worked all daylight hours, neglecting the rest of the business. For a month I gave out seven new canvases, bright and shining.
Images flashed in my head. How did they get out of there and find themselves on canvas? I do not know. I can not describe the creative process. After all, the computer can not tell what is happening in his memory.
The generator of love produced energy, the flywheel of imagination was spinning without fatigue."
(an excerpt from G. Dobrovolskayas story "The Bulgarian Open Air")
"…It was a feat in the name of love.
For a whole month I worked all daylight hours, neglecting the rest of the business. For a month I gave out seven new canvases, bright and shining.
Images flashed in my head. How did they get out of there and find themselves on canvas? I do not know. I can not describe the creative process. After all, the computer can not tell what is happening in his memory.
The generator of love produced energy, the flywheel of imagination was spinning without fatigue."
(an excerpt from G. Dobrovolskayas story "The Bulgarian Open Air")