I have realized that all of a sudden, while making up a pen-name…

…That in Ukrainian language, the one of my motherland, the syllable “yaskr” is part of the word “bright” or “colourful”. Am I? Definitely. Am I cheerful all the time? Rarely. Does it mean I’m brilliant? No, I often act quite unplanned and stupid. So where’s that brightness? In modesty, of course!

Now, really, it is quite inner state of brightness of imagination, when things I read about or see on pictures or envision in my mind are felt to me as if they were real and material. Memories and prominent fantasies mix and collide, up to the point I do not get which is which!

For years I wanted to share what I see and feel inside, with others, and for years lacking needed tools to do it. I’m down to words right now, although I’d love to learn to draw and paint, to sing properly, to make movies… But all I have mastered to some extent – are words in three languages, one of which I disdain to use for my art.

I cannot live in present and on this Earth. So I travel in my imagination to some other grounds and states of being, some of them are quite understandable as our historic Past, some of them are our foggy Future. Many are different worlds or layers of possible Now.

My name is Yaskr, and I am ready to share. If you are ready, please, join me in my imagination!