​​​She emerged from the fog of ink, like night itself, taking the form of a woman with the eyes of a predatory cat.
Her hat resembled the orbit of an alien planet, and the white flowers on it were the frozen explosions of forgotten stars.
In her hand, the Queen of Spades held not a fan, but the breath of time, subtle and transparent, like the smoke of memories.
Those who met her gaze forever forgot the boundary between dream and reality.
      The painting is executed in a Symbolist style. I portray feminine power and inner strength. Female beauty is founded upon sensuality and instinct, originating in the wildness of nature. I speak of a dangerous beauty that conceals mystery and independence.
And since then, in every drop of ink, people see her shadow, quietly counting the destinies of others, like cards in an endless game.