"Painting is dead" my compatriot Kazimir Malevich once said. He died long time ago, but his statement lives on. Infernal paradigm of "on the edge between life and death" has arisen making already tuff existence of modern painter even harder. Modern painter seems to be alive but actually one is already dead. Condemned to face arrogant grimace of art business, which mystifies richman by using "new trends" already full of crap. Makes me sick.