I was born in Kiev, which I find a rather appropriate place for one's childhood. There I grew up surrounded by the chestnut trees' shadows and sunbeams. A slave to beauty and pleasure I've decided to become an artist. And here I am - a producer of illusions, a hypocrite, an imitator. Following the Sun, I've found myself traveling westbound. Now I spend a wonderful time in glorious New York City, which I find a rather appropriate place for one's maturity.