Not everyone experienced the 90s the way we did; it was the time of the fall of the Berlin Wall. I was on the eastern side, beyond Berlin. For me, it was a time of discoveries. Simultaneously, like a wave, works on paper with ink, gouache, and oil paints emerged. Kherson left a strong impression on me when I arrived there as a young specialist after graduating from the Academy of Arts. Kherson, the Scythian stone sculptures, and the high avant-garde art of the Burliuk brothers in Ukraine were a true impetus. The extraordinary color palette of the steppe was a counterbalance to my hometown of Lviv, with its endless space and Carpathian Mountains. It was then that I realized that art can convey everything and combine many emotions. There is no need to set limits on the artist's search circle or frame them within a specific style. The artist's work itself is the style. It was probably then that my metamodernism was born.