It is kind of odd a lot of my recent paintings involve smoking cigars (like the Che Guevara one) and in this one a Soviet style cigarette. I have never smoked, and drink very seldomly. Maybe there is something Freudian there, or maybe the past dictates the future a little bit.
The concept of this work is simple, girls going as wild as they could during Soviet times. The girls are not lesbians this time, but close friends or even sisters. They don’t have a lot of time to drink or smoke and must do so quietly in the basement or in the forrest.