Somewhere around the age of 8, I became fascinated by reading. The world of books, with what it seemed to be infinite possibilities, temporarily replaced the real world, where everything is not simple. After classes I liked to wander into the M. Mažvydas library near the school where I studied, sit in the quiet hall near the window and flip through the pages of a book I hadn't read yet. A little later my mother spotted this interest in me and started carrying packs of books for me from the Academic Library, to which she had access. That's when J. D. Salinger, J. F. Cooper, W. Faulkner, J. Galsworthy and many, many other authors of American, English and world literature began to appear in our house. For as long as I can remember there have always been many books in the home and the problem of where to put them😊. I was reading everywhere: in school classes, on the way home from school, in the loo, in the bathtub, and while eating. And then, when I was about 22 years old, it was all ended. Books stopped being an essential part of life, and for quite some time. It wasn't until I came to England that I remembered again for a while what a pleasure it was to hold a book in my hands. I was lucky - living in a family where there was a huge library of books and music, and there, wanting to learn English as quickly as possible, I started reading A. Christie in the original. And it was wonderful. I realized how much of a difference there is between the original and the translation. Even if the translation is great, there is much in the language of each culture that remains untranslatable.
The Covid pandemic was a big experience for many (so we thought before the war in Ukraine began), but reflecting back, what was good for me was this silence that came for a while, in which I found myself wanting to read books. I am so happy with my acquaintance with the work of N. N. Taleb, D. Kahneman, B. Akunin, D. Goleman, J. Peterson and many others.
This Unicorn is a continuation of my series of non-serious drawings, embodying the Reader, the Thinker, and the Dreamer. Reading a book, immersing oneself in another person's intellectual world, makes one's own world more diverse, more complex, and as a result more creative.
This is a one-of-a-kind drawing made by me in gouache and colored pencils on high quality paper (260 gsm-universal, neutral ph. Acid-free). The drawing was fixed with professional spray varnish for gouache drawings for preservation. The image is signed by hand on the front side. Not framed.
Do not hesitate to contact me should you have any questions.
Gouache, color pencils
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Somewhere around the age of 8, I became fascinated by reading. The world of books, with what it seemed to be infinite possibilities, temporarily replaced the real world, where everything is not simple. After classes I liked to wander into the M. Mažvydas library near the school where I studied, sit in the quiet hall near the window and flip through the pages of a book I hadn't read yet. A little later my mother spotted this interest in me and started carrying packs of books for me from the Academic Library, to which she had access. That's when J. D. Salinger, J. F. Cooper, W. Faulkner, J. Galsworthy and many, many other authors of American, English and world literature began to appear in our house. For as long as I can remember there have always been many books in the home and the problem of where to put them😊. I was reading everywhere: in school classes, on the way home from school, in the loo, in the bathtub, and while eating. And then, when I was about 22 years old, it was all ended. Books stopped being an essential part of life, and for quite some time. It wasn't until I came to England that I remembered again for a while what a pleasure it was to hold a book in my hands. I was lucky - living in a family where there was a huge library of books and music, and there, wanting to learn English as quickly as possible, I started reading A. Christie in the original. And it was wonderful. I realized how much of a difference there is between the original and the translation. Even if the translation is great, there is much in the language of each culture that remains untranslatable.
The Covid pandemic was a big experience for many (so we thought before the war in Ukraine began), but reflecting back, what was good for me was this silence that came for a while, in which I found myself wanting to read books. I am so happy with my acquaintance with the work of N. N. Taleb, D. Kahneman, B. Akunin, D. Goleman, J. Peterson and many others.
This Unicorn is a continuation of my series of non-serious drawings, embodying the Reader, the Thinker, and the Dreamer. Reading a book, immersing oneself in another person's intellectual world, makes one's own world more diverse, more complex, and as a result more creative.
This is a one-of-a-kind drawing made by me in gouache and colored pencils on high quality paper (260 gsm-universal, neutral ph. Acid-free). The drawing was fixed with professional spray varnish for gouache drawings for preservation. The image is signed by hand on the front side. Not framed.
Do not hesitate to contact me should you have any questions.
Gouache, color pencils
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