MEXICO OBSESION you feel that when a plane hovers over mexico. a stewardess tenderly says: «welcome to mexico!» obsession… obsession is like having a good feeling about something and at the same time a bad one. obsession is similar to inspiration, illumination that comes only god knows out of what. and mexico contributes to it… it’s either fresh brewed coffee smell that sneaks into the blanket and tickles your nostrils – get up lazy-bones! or a warm rain, falling with huge drops on to your face…and it’s good too as you have run out of tears. thanks to the sky! a tender kiss during chase and shooting in the dark cinema hall. boom! boom! lipstick on a glass of wine, dead flowers… butterflies in crazy bug-hunter collections.. stroboscopes nervously blinking on the dance floor as me and you… a bright-yellow car, a girl with platinum blond hair and blue empty eyes is at the wheel. she is smoking and blowing clouds of smoke reminding of butterflies from the crazy bug-hunter collections… boutiques loaded with perfume fragrance and chrome plated mannequins… the favourite track «army of lovers» obsession is pouring out of dynamics… images are crawling into painter’s ears and leave never his mind and heart… one can get rid of such an obsession with only one way… take canvas, paintbrush and… hello my mexico!