We are pleased to invite you to Ataian Haiane’s personal exhibition “Journey to yourself” and the special project “HAPPY”: the history of the creation of the thesis “Olbia. Near the spring”, 1983.

The artist rarely exhibits her works, so you have a unique opportunity to enjoy her exquisite impressionistic artworks. Ataian Haiane (Kyiv) – a chip off the old block, a diligent student of her teachers, a talented master of working with colors and forms. Some artworks were created with one light brush stroke, during the plein-air. But, at the same time, there are numerous artworks, the process of creation of which took years of troublesome work in the studio. The same studio where in the past years Fedir Krychevskyi, Oleksii Shovkunenko and Tetiana Iablonska were working. The same studio where Fedir Krychevskyi, Oleksii Shovkunenko and Tetiana Yablonska worked in the past years. But you can barely tell the difference between them. All her artworks are moving, vibrating, elusive and at the same time, it’s textured, material, welcoming, almost palpable. The variety of drawing techniques is impressive: lines and forms are short pointelistic and long winding, flat and textured, convincing and shy, bright and achromatic, unusual and familiar, restless and immovable. The native city of Kyiv (“the city in the park”) had a significant influence on the artist’s vision. Almost every artwork represents the architectural urban view through the branches of trees and bushes. Any attempt to analyze the color system hits the dead end. It seems that the Pantone Color Matching System (PMS) is imperfect and can’t handle with the descriptions of difficult, elegant and changing Picturesque Palette. There are no words to describe the color of the sky a second before sunset or the evening air.

Nature can’t take a break. Never. Nature is always in the process of creation, birth giving, entropy or self-destruction just like humans. But the final goal is always harmony, balance, peace and equilibria. Sometimes for a modern person, achieving balance seems almost unattainable. The modern pace of life has made us forget about rest. What’s it like to take a break when you want to and not because you’re exhausted? To find yourself between a second and a moment, between inhalation and exhalation. So that the silence could be heard. So that the silence could be seen.