My “Blue bird”

Great Belgian writer, philosopher, and, I would say, a mystic to some extent. I first read the play Blue Bird by Maurice Maeterlinck when I was 15, of course, following my mother’s advice, who truly felt my mood and knew what I needed to read at a certain period of “spiritual search.”

Just as my mother had expected, I was greatly impressed with this book and it became a guide for me on my way to discovering the true values. I easily read the play as if it was a fairy tale, which turned out to be quite true. And the mystical parts such as, for example, the ability to see the soul of things, or the Land of Memory – it all became an inexhaustible source of motifs for drawings for my fantasy. Speaking of drawings. This was another discovery for me: illustrations in this book are very beautiful! They were full of various details, strips, and strokes, and curves – I had never come across so many expressive means in black and white drawings before! Thus, Blue Bird became not only my guide for life, but also a guide for my creative work.

Sketch by the author

I very often think with gratefulness about this little book and its author, which influenced me more than a great number of textbooks.