How long ago I wanted to return to France and Italy again to capture the Renaissance once again, to marvel again at the creations of the greatest painters, and to get the tingle of stories read through their canvases.

Although far from all I can understand ... But, for that, it's not so shameful: many scientists and art critics are still unraveling secrets and ciphers, for example, the famous Da Vinci, who is called the word "genius", in my Look, too small and insignificant in comparison with the scale of his personal essence and contribution to history.

Veccelio, Durer, Cranach, Santi, Caravaggio-familiar surnames, but still my old love for Botticelli and Di Bauonarroti is unchanged. Thin plexuses of humanism and cruelty, innocence and depravity, antiquity and religiosity ... and other threads of times, spaces and events - like the first brushstrokes of artists that are easily perceptible by the look of every beholder. But under the thickness of colors is much more ... By virtue of its lack of talent, alas, it is unlikely to sneak deeper into me. There is only one thing left - to revere and admire! :)

sacha