“You know, I’ve been wanting to draw for a long time… When I was skiing in my youth… you come back from Vysokoye, there is a bent tree there – a birch. Shake the snow off it. You can sit down to relax without even taking off your skis. You’ll break the branches. Oak. They catch fire easily. Throw them into the snow. They will smoke. So good. Then you’ll break more. If the fire is going well, then you have to take off your skis, because your felt boots will melt… You sit by the fire. It is slowly getting dark, getting dark. It’s time to go. Go your own way. You put on your skis. And you go into the darkness. And the fire, dying out, still flickers red…”

Vadim Gorbatov