The reality that can be reached with an ordinary gaze is different: beautiful, dull, picturesque, cloudy, sunny, winter... I always notice bizarre shadows, reflections in puddles, shop windows, shiny car hoods, the play of glare from windows, rhythms and geometry of architecture. But there is such a state when this variety becomes insufficient and I am overwhelmed with longing for something impossible. Then I look at a familiar picture through a rare urban mirage, create it in co-authorship with soft mirror. The whole world dancing with me and playing all my favorite artists at at once