I was born in the foothills of the Lesser Caucasus in a place with the proud name of Gazakh, in the country of Azerbaijan. I got the first piece of paper and pencil from my mother, who was a teacher. And the first names of colors I heard from her, she repeated: "Red, blue, yellow...".

I especially remember the red color. To this day, there is a lot of red in my paintings. My first scratch was red. My father's first voice: "Don't cry, you're a man. It's just red blood." My father taught me geometry and the correctness of shapes and lines.