1994-1995, oil on canvas, 145x195 cm. The collection of "ProBusiness-Bank", Moscow

THE EMPEROR GARDENSauthor Boris Laurentiev

A space with no ground and no sky - or it all became sky. Ball cut emerald bushes soar in the air as marshmellow spiral cones. A white night in the Nero gardens in Versailles, or in the Italian manneristic park - the form brought to its limit is stunning before destruction and revolt - what can follow is only "Pugachev rebellion" and breakdance on the ground. The girl is perfect but cold as the glass sky. The сarmine eagle is not a bird anymore but a symbol of emptiness, irony of hedonistic Ancient Romans, mysterious Austria-Hungary, Russia in the 1914 eve.