Andrey Moss

You’d stick the world into your bedside lane.

My company was charming.

This is the latest chapter in a series of posts dedicated to the women behind my sixth collection. And I'm going back to the Penny Dreadful again..

More than night’s vault, it’s you that I adore,

From medieval dramas filled with blood, murder and misanthropy, from the executions of queens and innocent maidens accompanied by the enthusiastic screams of a crazy audience, I was catapulted back into the 19th century. But this time, to a hidden hotel room somewhere in eastern Europe, where things are happening that are extremely inappropriate for a public censor.. into the drama of personality and self-expression. But more on that later..

As you can see, the Halloween season never ends for me, but this time I decided to follow

Perhaps the most quoted term when describing my collection called

Drawing is an integral part of my work, but at the same time it does not carry an important or defining technical part. A sketch is important to capture an idea and fix it physically. I start each of my projects by transferring the image in my head to paper, and after I attach it to the wall above my desk, I have no way back. I don't create a classic moodboard because I get my inspiration from books, so I look at this drawing on the wall and at the book left next to it every day to keep myself in the right mood. All these images exist only in my head, so in a way the end result is a surprise to me. So far, my gut has never failed me and I still give free rein to my hands.. Someone does not consider sketches an important component of the work, in a sense, today this approach is an atavism. But as I have said many times, my primary task is to create an artistic image that every detail obeys, and I recreate these details.. 

Everyone should have a place where you are not just safe and not just can be alone with yourself, but a place where you can hear your own inner voice and find peace. Your own sanctuary.. Every day I am looking forward to the moment when the sun goes down and illuminates my country studio with its golden rays. This is a place where I don't just work or read, but recharge my "batteries". A place where I am completely cut off from civilization. Every year I wait for the endless winter gloom to finally go away and I can come back here. Come back to devote myself to the garden, warmth and birdsong. Every year, these moments only become more fleeting and therefore even more valuable..