Odillija me has surprised, but even more I was amazed with the big light room in which it worked. Here it was possible to see
and pictures, and executed in a different manner, in different genres and even in the different ways, I do not know, how it to
explain correctly. There and then there was a clay and the begun strange sculpture, I would not undertake to guess, what
exactly will turn out as a result of work on it. Wood bits, fragments of stones... In general, I am not assured that I can to name
now everything that I there have seen. As it has appeared, this chaos reflected private world of the artist and its painful
searches of in art. Small and fragile, with shortly cut black hair and huge brown eyes on very swarty face, Dilli as its friends
call, really looked here the lost child.
Now present itself on my place. Well, what questions I could and should it set?
I have given to events to develop in a free mode.
- I so am glad you here to welcome!the mistress of a strange workshop has enthusiastically declared.
- To me too it is pleasant that thanks to you I have appeared in Italy. And here it is pleasant to me... not too smartly I have
composed the answer.
- The truth?! And me here it is awfully cosy, as it is healthy that you have noticed itnot absolutely has deservedly presented
me with a compliment of Odillija.