Tatyana Binovskaya Art
I started writing my stories in February 2018. So at the present time of writing this story, six years have passed. For six years in a row I have been publishing small notes from my life and this gives me … Читать далее
We have been in Cyprus for three years now. Children go to school. And our youngest George, from the first days of his stay, attends a public school, where all instruction is conducted in Greek. And today he showed us … Читать далее
As I already wrote, on March 7 our Benjamin turned 18! He has reached adulthood. Ben is our first grandchild and before his birth we of course flew to Cape Town. And I will show you our photos – the … Читать далее
Yesterday the final 10-day Grand Parade carnival took place in Limassol and I was able to immerse myself in it. What I felt on the eve of this event is difficult to describe in words. Another barbaric raid on his … Читать далее
This week the annual carnival is taking place in Limassol and throughout Cyprus and I still hope to see it, but in the meantime I am posting information about this amazing event for you! In Limassol, the tradition of holding … Читать далее
While we with George were going to a football match on Sunday, an araucaria tree was cut down next to our house. This came as a huge shock not only to me, but also to my neighbors the crows and … Читать далее
WAR A sad date – 2 years of war, 2 years of immigration, 2 years of hopeless melancholy and horror. I present my series of works from this period. How can painting a damn picture help the world? – this … Читать далее
Pink pepper! Do you like pink pepper? What about me – yes! A few months ago, the Rada, which visited Madagascar, gave us a parcel containing pepper. They say that he, not he, but the trees, the fruit of which … Читать далее
There is not much news. One of them is that I am tired of myself. I’m tired of FB and more. This whole week I have not been reading news from Ukraine and I am doing this on purpose. What … Читать далее
This week I almost completed work on a new painting. I was looking for a name for it and my feelings for a long time, and suddenly I heard the words of the song with which our immigrant life in … Читать далее