In days of my foggy childhood there was an opinion in a medical practice that the human sees exclusively black-and-white dreams. If he dreams in colour it is the true ticket for reception to the psychiatrist. My coevals held back color dreams, and I could not give up to myself in pleasure to think, speak and dream in the color images.
    Color always attracts me, as a mysterious and nobody discovered ground, the whole continent, a galaxy which it is possible to discover during all the life. Now I have taken the ticket for a sailing vessel departing to coast Terra Color. But sometimes it seems to me that our world is only the infinite quantity of the multi-coloured spots which are chaotically scattered on a dimensional surface.
    Landscapes, sea kinds and clouds in itself are not interesting for me. Without the person they are only sad curtains hiding loneliness of this world. Vincent van Gogh has told: " I wish to write people, people and only people for nothing seems to me above these biped ". Human is an Alpha and Omega of human art which is created by him, serves him and together with which will disappear from the face of the Earth.

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