Chapter 9: Cambodia. Angkor Wat

A girl frozen in the distance from the great temple complex of Angkor Wat. She clutches her skirt with a street map of Cambodia in her hand, as if she is gathering all the roads of life into one important path on which she is about to step.

Angkor Wat seems toy-like, almost fairy-tale-like, like a dream model or a mirage. This is a moment of anticipation: she has not yet entered the temple, but soon she will go forward and then its power, ancient energy and architectural grandeur will fall upon her with all its reality.

In the painting everything is on the edge: the haze over the temple and over the girl, the lines around the silhouette, the reflections in the water of magical color - all this is a shaky line between dream and embodiment. For now, only one thing is clear: I am that girl. This is my dream, my path. And soon I will enter the gates of the great Angkor Wat.