Site in Russian: http://merkabatrancefer.narod.ru ...I paint music. As an artist takes a paintbrush, dips it in paint shinning with brightness and beauty, and touches lightly the canvas. He is not thinking about anything. The line is drawn itself. Even the artist doesn’t know how it will curve in a second. He enjoys its colour and the shining of paints. And absolutely without the artist's cognition the line turns into a sophisticated pattern, which amazes with its harmony and delicacy. Then he takes another paint, which is richer and brighter, and creates another pattern. This new pattern lives its own independent life. It breathes, pulses, streams, curves, pours, runs, and dissolves. It does not seem to care about the first pattern. However, it happens on the same canvas. And the colourful lines cross, though - suddenly. After that new colours and lines appear. Only the artist and then spectators notice that the colours and the lines intertwined magically, linked in a hypnotic slowly running trance dance. The Dance of Harmony. It does not matter now which line was the first and where was the border between the patterns and the paints. All this lives and breathes on one canvas, making the Whole which name is The Gates to the World of Dream...