Alyona Zhirenkina
participant of the art tour in Alicante, February 2018
I wish sometimes to escape to the edge of the world, to the attic and draw, draw, draw...! To draw something meaningful, monumental, rollicking, without being distracted for anything... Well, except maybe for watching the sunset, slap your heels on the sea sand, well, okay, a little sin with mussels and octopuses ... paste with ink cuttlefish... and now you are running through the endless gardens of blossoming almond, singing of the spring... Oh, no, it's February!... Fertile February with rose petals, mimosas and strawberries in the palm of your hand, and there are nooks of elegant streets with hilarious fly-agarics, Frido-courtyards and dazzling facades of the times of the conquest and amusing, Spanish, nothing-like modernism and cubism, oily flashes of young wines and competent smacking at the courses of the famous sommelier and dusty, ghostly labyrinths of the Faun - Bodega wine storage, tasting room, and festival with carnival procession, tigers, dragons and ladybugs, and sardi funerals, and holy Katerina, and the chirping of tender maidens — colleagues and friends, who became so warm and necessary, breathtaking sunrises, sunsets, turquoise champagne, blue waters, flamenco in a frantic heart rhythm, gaspacho from flakonchik in the author's restaurant, baked artichokes, the masterclass of Paella with monkfish in a culinary school, solar streams, paints of Valencia, the endless riot of street art, the fluttering of hearts, the lessons of the Lindihop dance, one-two-three, one-two-three...
Drawing... yes, yes, now ... well ... tomorrow ... maybe ... well .... uh .... Ah, leave me in this sweet delusion, love and tender non-existence ... just a little more ... I will definitely be back ...