Мне сложно оценивать искусство, точнее сказать, мне сложно...

It is difficult for me to evaluate art, more precisely, it is difficult for me to try on some kind of “art” framework for a man-made creation. Why is one thing considered art and the other not? - This question has often tormented me in childhood. But I see beauty, I feel it to shiver, to goose bumps. If I see beauty in some thing, it stays with me forever, on one of the shelves of my memory. I was lucky, one of my teachers was Becker Rachel Izrailevna, she taught us to perceive art, she took several generations of children to museums and theaters. Only the Russian Museum has deprived me, I have not been there for many years, but to this day I have kept old web-covered memories of the “Ninth Shaft” of Aivazovsky. And the thought struck me to come to the canvas again. And today I stood before him blinded. This beauty that beats on the spot, it’s light, without a source, these are colors that cannot be described, it’s a blow to the heart to the depths of the soul. Half an hour passed like an instant, my eyes could not cover everything entirely, and again I was drowning in this light. Here it is - my confirmation that for me "beauty does not disappear, it only sometimes goes away."