This is me. My collective external image. Including my family and the community in which I live on our planet Earth. Collective composition of space-time. An attempt at the present from the past and the future. A set of accumulated and expected. Congratulations from all my beings together with simultaneous wishes of the same name – adventure, travel, romantic, business, relaxing, inspiring, harmonious, elegant, everyday, special, festive, solemn, joyful, entertaining! The theme of this year’s home Christmas (December 20, 2020) was entertaining. To be! For many years!

I combined my two wardrobes – earlier, until a year ago I had two wardrobes – for Sofia and for the world. I put on my shoes, bags, hats from the two worlds of the two halves of the month – the first and the second. Strict, formal and colorful, worldly. I no longer distinguish between travel time and work time. I already travel every day. When I decide every day. I go where I want on the globe. I’m not waiting for a plane, taxi, boat, bus. The vehicles are still on my mind and there aren’t any. Quantum physics. Schrödinger’s cat. Both here and there. Both on the work computer and in the Maldives. And on the series of numbers, and on the vibrations of memories. It’s the same. Is it the same?

I have divided the sums from sets of winter and summer, of formal and travel, of warm and cold colors. Viewpoints of all kinds. Departures from everywhere. In fact, that’s what I look like on the road – cluttered with bags and entrenched memories that then become memories. Threads. Connecting materials. Connections with past moments and people from past places and past times. The arrow of time was one-way. She was. It can be simultaneous. It can be in depth. If the thought can spread everywhere, then time can. Through thought. When I am there and then, and at the same time I am here and now. This is proof. So it can.

I already travel the world with my paintings. Through the paintings. My watercolors are me. If they are selected for an exhibition in Moscow, Delhi, Xian, Cape Town, Zurich or anywhere else, then I am there. I have a thread, a connection, an energy umbilical cord with these places. When people see my watercolors, they see me, even more than me, they see my essence. But how much more do they see live than me? Again, part of me participates in conversations on part of a topic, part of time, part of thought. When I participate in several exhibitions at the same time, quantum physics says the right word – I’m here and there. Now I understand how Krishna can dance with about twenty girls at the same time. When you are in the thought and love of twenty beauties, your hologram is in all these loves with the characteristic for the nature of the hologram principle “the whole in every part”. Absolute correspondence between electrical activity and visible images.

When I traveled, I took, filled, studied, perceived. Now I give, radiate, think, concentrate. The stages are different. The programs are different. Alternation. Growing up. Increase.

Still life-tree of bags. Still life-tree of hats. Still life-tree of shoes. Even two. Still life-tree from a Christmas tree. Even two. Still life from a grove. The dead grove. The trees of life. The trees of life. Not just the Christmas grove. Wink to preserve living groves. Reduce the dead, leave the living! Life goes on. To continue.

Everything is still life. Clothes, bags, shoes, belongings, furniture, houses. We are dressed and surrounded by still life. The living body is enslaved to the departed, to the destruction, to the breathless. It’s time for balance. For balancing. For balance. About nature in cameras. About nature in paintings. About nature in bags. For still lifes. For still life. It depends on us.

I planted flowers. Fragrances grew. I put on my shoes. Ideas grew. I planted ideas. Photos have grown. I planted pictures. Thoughts grew. I planted thoughts. Concepts have grown. I planted the concept. Words grew. I planted words. Texts have grown. I planted lyrics. A grown book. New ideas, new photos, new thoughts, new concepts, new words, new texts, new books grew up. New energies. I spin energies. Between me and me, between me and you. Between me and time and you, between me and time and space and you.

Let it be!

M.K.

Assembled on 15.08.2021

Separate excerpts were published on my Facebook profile in December 2020 and January 2021