Marc Chagall Today is a sunny day in Chicago. I'm going to visit the Art Institute of Chicago, where I was already a couple of weeks ago. The museum has a pretty good collection of impressionistic painting, including Monet, Renoir, Gauguin and others. Also I saw Marc Chagall's works, which was a very significant event for me. Chagall was born in Belarus, then he moved to Saint-Petersburg and then he left Russia. Because of that way I deeply understand and feel the atmosphere and environment that formed him as a person and an artist. His world is close to me. His fantastic people and animals who could fly and appear anywhere, anytime on his paintings actually had their roots in the Belorussian childhood of a poor Jewish boy, whose imagination later made an agreement with professional skillfulness that he started gaining in a cultural capital. A few years later, in 1914, Paris admitted him as a talented artist, and Chagall realized himself as a painter, who had his own style and vision. I often think about his artistic universe as a field where I can find aesthetics for my own search in theater work. He managed to combine humans with ideas, reality with fantasy and religion with common people and ordinary life ... His antagonist Malevich, with whom Chagall had a conflict in his native Vitebsk, for the sake of idea eliminated a human in his concept. I've never were able to appreciate such radicalism . I guess that the art is a dialogue, not manifestation. Chagall, in my view, was a painter, who deeply realized that.