We remember Ihor Bilozir and his songs, though fortunately some of us not only remember them. Here in front of you there is the album of fantasies based on his songs, and these fantasies are simply wonderful, light and transparent like skillfully painted water-colors. In them you can find not so much color as the impression of color, the impression of lines. They breathe, and their breath resembles the aroma of wild flowers and the wind of a garden in spring. They are filled with that warm light, which doesn’t allow you to see the sun rays, but it allows you to see how everything around you seems to shine from inside changing the space with its light – and in this space there is enough room for all gladness that people, who can be glad sincerely and without any noise, know very well. There’s no need to make any noise - you should only see, listen and breathe with open hands and clear forehead. There’s nowhere to hurry. As a matter of fact, returning to the very beginning, I should say that I simply don’t imagine a more appropriate way of paying respect to a person, especially to an artistic person, in other than artistic way. Moreover, if art is embodied into such harmonious forms.
Anton Jozhik Leyba (Hedgehog)