Tonight, I painted a picture that’s two to three meters in size. I grinned, baring my tiger teeth, jumped like a kangaroo, and swung my hands like a madman. The brush flew like a sassy insect, its proboscis spitting poison. Excellent piranhas began to flourish on the canvas. Yeah! My ego sat on a throne of the buzz!

Zmicier Vishniou

Brother Kiss

Oil on canvas

Anticipation of Winter

Oil on canvas

Writers during the Open-Air

Oil on canvas

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Untitled

Oil on canvas

Get your grenade, fascist!

Oil on canvas

March of Louses on Paris

Oil on canvas

March of Louses on Paris No 2

Oil on canvas

Shrimps

Oil on canvas