It encapsulates infinity and elusiveness, liquidity of the line, absence of the beginning and the end. The inability to stop in the static rectangle of the painting. The lines always run beyond its boundaries. It is gravitation that decides about directions, tensions, meetings and partings. The images have no composition, but a soft, wavy plane which seems to be flowing, living and breathing. They are monochromatic, linear landscapes of my mind, soul, life, heART, without a trace of the perspective. Canvas are the creative space of the painter, on which the painter's intuition together with gravitation construct painting worlds. The lines, running continually “ahead”, remind us of time — which is unstoppable. It is an abstractive, linear space.