Colors by Nika Vlasova

I live in a black and white world.
My world is like the old photos of your parents. No color and no filters in my life.  Yes, I can recognize shape of things, some tints of grey, but it is all opportunities that gave me my eyes for communication with this world. Instead of it I have an excellent sense of smell which gives me possibility to distinguish woman in a bright red dress and woman in a soft beige one. Smell of “Giorgio Armani Si” and smell of “Flower Field Yves Rocher” can divide impassioned person and sentimental one. Also I have the sensitive fingers that helps me to tell ripe berries.
But color have opened their secret for me in oil-paint. I can distinguish between the tints using my nose. Do you know, blue smells like an ocean at 7.p.m. for me, because of the feeling of crispness and freedom. And white oil smells like an ice-cream with vanilla. Pink has a small of spot, hmm, it is smell of naive embarrassed person, like a guy with rosy cheeks that ask a cute girl about a movie.
That was my story which I tell at art school.
-I want to learn, emmm, drawing – added I. At the air I felt the smell of pink.
The old woman at medieval blouse and broken glasses turn her look at me.
-Are you crazy? You are not able to paint. I am busy. Well, goodbye, Mr NoseSmell– and locked a door of her office. I stayed on the street without a chance to be a painter, but I felt an unusual smell of changes and unusual smell of the rain.
That is my whole story which I am telling you now since the 5 years of my successful career of painter. My nose and finger are my main tools to make some masterpieces. I have a lot of exhibitions. Yes, woman medieval blouse, have my own exhibitions. Nature never gives us less than should give. If you can`t find you talent let`s look for it on the other side of your personality.