The inhabitants of our town

Selling time, omnipotence and dreams is great, no doubt, but it is difficult for mere mortals. Everything we have learned to sell is illusion.
"A colorful provincial town with a blue sky and yellow sand, lush green trees, toy houses, inhabited by squat inhabitants with a bewildered look. In this city, a janitor sweeps the cobblestone pavement with a huge broom, and at that moment a winged horse may fly in the sky or appear somewhere there is a sailboat on the horizon. And mysterious sellers of illusions walk the streets: the Time Seller, the Tea Seller, the Doll Seller, the Health Seller, the Music Seller. "
"What kind of city is this located in Kanchik's paintings? This is Sevastopol of the 50-60s, this is Macondo from the novel by Marquez, this dusty Chisinau is a generalized image of a provincial town that has its own attraction for an artist. Kanchik poeticizes - no, not kitsch, but childishness of perception.
The series is called "The City of My Childhood" ".
(from an interview with Russian-American artist Alex Kanchik)