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These talented artists created their own special art piece based on one of the stories from "Voices of Angels" book. Some of them got inspired by the general topic and created their own paintings to exhibit them at the show. All of them will be for sale. The funds will partially go to the artist and partially to the non-profit organization to help increase mental health awareness in public.
"Voices of angels", a book by Elena Lesnick
The “Voices of angels” by Elena Lesnick is a series of inspirational short stories where a viewer has a chance to peak into the lives of various people that don’t seem to be connected at the first sight. Events are happening at different times, locations, with people of different genders and ages.
All the stories are deeply psychological and spiritual, sometimes borderline mystical. Each part uncovers another unique side of life: raw feelings of a man and woman looking for each other, two women finally coming together, grand kids honoring the love for their late grandparents, two lovers deciding to move on in their lives, mothers and kids trying to open their hearts, travelers and passers-by exchanging experience, the obsessed and the antagonists sharing their dreams.
In fact all the stories feature special relationships of two souls re-birthing every time in different bodies and trying to finally unite. Each time we hear their unique voices.
"Next Stop Broadway" recorded short passages from the book " Voices of Angles". Please listen complete version.
Art pieces for the stories
15 stories 15 art pieces from 15 talented artists
"Love" by Anastasia pitanova, artist
"Running water in the bathtub reminded her it was time to go. She glanced at the little baby one more time.
He was smiling at her and babbling as usual. She took off her shirt, grabbed the baby, and went to the bathroom. The tub was overflowing, and hot water tingled her toes. She clenched the baby to her and stepped in. Each part of her body felt the warmth of the water.
She heard nothing — not her baby crying, not the cars passing by. She laid on her back in the water for a second, hugged the baby, and slid down under the water."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
"Robots" by Anastasia pitanova, artist
"One morning he sat on the edge of a mountain. A pink sunset covered the sky. Beneath his toes, there was nothing but wind. White wisps of clouds embraced the mountain like a cozy blanket. An orange bridge was sticking out of the milk below him. It was mesmerizing. He froze.
"...fly, fly, fly," an echo replied.
"I CAN FLY!" he screamed louder.
"...can fly, fly," the echo sounded in return.
"Every person is his own dream. I’m ready to fly mine!"
And with that, he pushed off the cliff, opened his wings, and dove into the clouds."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "Creator", Anastasia Pitanova
"Cappuccino" by Anastasia pitanova, artist
"Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at her. Minutes slunk by as unspoken messages poured from one heart into another and back again. The air felt hard and sticky. Her heart was flooded with love. The world became silent.
He grabbed her with his strong arms and kissed. She knew it was the last one. He knew she’d stay forever in his heart.
He made her another coffee, and she left as usual. The world kept moving, but that day her cappuccino was exceptionally sinister.
She took a sip and smiled. "I’m real. I’m here. I’m alive. Goodbye," she wrote on a napkin and slid it under a motel door before she walked away."
He grabbed her with his strong arms and kissed. She knew it was the last one. He knew she’d stay forever in his heart.
He made her another coffee, and she left as usual. The world kept moving, but that day her cappuccino was exceptionally sinister.
She took a sip and smiled. "I’m real. I’m here. I’m alive. Goodbye," she wrote on a napkin and slid it under a motel door before she walked away."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "Cappuccino", Anastasia Pitanova
"Upside down" by Anastasia pitanova, artist
"Come on. You’ve practiced this so many times. Let’s do it!” He talked to himself aloud while he tied his legs together and adjusted the other end of the rope on the branch. Then he jumped.
A harsh pull almost tore his spine out. The whole world went upside down. First he felt anger, shame, and despair for being so trivial. Everything hurt. He tried to crawl up. No luck.
“Oh great!” he mumbled....
“Why does it feel so right being so wrong?” he thought suddenly.
Small insects crawled through colorful leaves on the forest floor, and the rays of the sun played in drops of dew on the bright green grass. He remembered being a baby and seeing the world like this. Blood rushed to his head.
“Complete surrender and peace,” he whispered gently. “No more voices in my head. No more judgment and silly actions. Just silence and feeling."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "Upside down world", Anastasia Pitanova
About Anastasia Pitanova
Mother, Artist, Entrepreneur, Author, Anastasia believes that we all have unlimited potential and can have it all!
Originally from Russia, she always had a dream to impact the lives of others. Being an entrepreneur all her life, Anastasia had a very deep passion for discovering human potential. Since moving to the United States in 2005 her journey of self discovery began.
As an artist she works with non for profit organizations by creating art pieces for their fundraising auctions as well as pieces for client’s private collections.
"Nostalgia", by Jonathan Ramirez, artist.
"One morning, a young woman saw the flash, grabbed her backpack, put a key on a silk thread around her neck, and disappeared into the night. No one saw her again.
One evening, he heard a click in his door lock. A fair-haired woman entered.
"I saw your light," she smiled. "I missed myself in it for so many years. I can breathe now."
She lowered herself onto the bench and stared at him. He stood up.
"We have a lot to do," he said, and he hugged her as if he had been longing for just this moment all these years. She put her forehead against his chest and cried, nodding. "
About Jonathan Ramirez
Born in Monterrey N.L. Mexico. Now living in Dallas TX.
34 years old currently working on my new series of paintings.
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"Good bye", by Alex Lisin, artist.
"Hey, baby, how are you today? How's school?" he asked.
He covered his eyes. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks. Then he lifted his eyes and stared into the darkness of the night. He sipped thick ocean air with his nostrils and looked at her photo again.
"
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
"Do you remember how I promised to take you to Malta? Well, here we are. Everything here is how you like it: colored lights, straw chairs, no people."
He looked around. Waiters were running around with full trays, and customers came and went. He took a big breath, looked at her for a while, and whispered, "You know, baby, I’m not able to travel with you anymore. It hurts too much. This is our last trip. I know you wanted to stay together. I’m sorry."
"
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
About Alex Lisin
Alexandra Lisin is a talented artist, 30, born in Ukraine. She masters to combine various painting styles to show the unity and the harmony of the world.
About the show: "I have been dreaming of making a painting based on a story written by a talented author. And I am very happy, that my dream came true. I hope my art piece will bring happiness and pleasure to everyone who sees it."
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"elevator", by Yuri Vorobyov, artist.
"The elevator doors were closing when she reached out for them. "Please wait," she screamed.
There she was, smiling wide, with her bag, coat, leaf and phone strewn about in her arms.
"Good you made it," said an elderly voice.
"Not sure yet," she echoed and stopped in shock, struck with deja vu.
An old lady suddenly asked, "What floor are you going to?"
"The top one," she answered with joy.
"What's ..." the lady started in surprise.
"...there? I - do - not - know - yet. Do you want to see?" she sparkled with laughter.
"There’s nothing up there," the old lady said, backing out of the elevator. But at the last second, the girl managed to give her the leaf.
"Here. This will help. Bye."
The doors closed, and the lights went up in the elevator again."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
There she was, smiling wide, with her bag, coat, leaf and phone strewn about in her arms.
"Good you made it," said an elderly voice.
"Not sure yet," she echoed and stopped in shock, struck with deja vu.
An old lady suddenly asked, "What floor are you going to?"
"The top one," she answered with joy.
"What's ..." the lady started in surprise.
"...there? I - do - not - know - yet. Do you want to see?" she sparkled with laughter.
"There’s nothing up there," the old lady said, backing out of the elevator. But at the last second, the girl managed to give her the leaf.
"Here. This will help. Bye."
The doors closed, and the lights went up in the elevator again."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
About Yuri Vorobyov
My name is Yuri Vorobyov. I was born and grow up in Kiev, former Soviet Union. I served in the Soviet Army for two years, and I'm a former tennis player, and an USPTA certified tennis instructor. By my education, I am a computer engineer and an electronic engineer.
The TileStyle drawing style (drawing on marble or tile spots) I discovered for myself at the very beginning of 2019. And some time ago I started writing fairy tales and stories based on my drawings. I publish the works I have written on the Author Today website.
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"the artist", by Olga Sophiyeva, artist.
"Pillows, moans, kisses, and hugs later, they were laying on crumpled sheets. His eyes were as deep as water wells. She studied his facial features and wondered how this happened.
How could he be so familiar and yet so much of a stranger?
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "What's wrong?" he asked, kissing her neck.
He froze, half raised from bed. She sat nearby, studying him.
"Alright. You’re done. Do it!" the voice said again.
"Fine," she said.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I have to go."
"
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
How could he be so familiar and yet so much of a stranger?
"Come on. Keep focused," an annoyed voice in her head said. "Do you remember what you have to do? Do it! You have no choice!"
"Nothing," she muttered, putting her index finger on his lips. "Shhhh. Wait a second. Don't move. Let me enjoy this moment."
"Alright. You’re done. Do it!" the voice said again.
"Fine," she said.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I have to go."
"
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
"A gift of life", by Olga Sophiyeva, artist.
"I was laying down, looking up at the ceiling. Then my grandma woke up and turned to me. I think I was around 7. She lifted her whole arm up (as she did often) and playfully dropped it on me. It was fun. She said, "Look at these hands. I never had beautiful hands because of the work I did. I always had the muscles of a man. Now my palms are rough and my hands look like bones and skin, but they are very strong."
And we played like that. Her hand looked like a huge, 100-year-old tree in the sunlight. It was beautiful. But I never said that to her. Today, my palms and hands look like that. I play that game with my kids. It still hurts.
...
The love between grandkids and grandmas is especially deep and sacred — like mine with my grandmother. It keeps me going without fear, knowing she still has my back, no matter what.
A part of her is alive and will live in the future, creating new lights. Every day, I look at "those hands" and love them to pieces. Nothing is in vain. Nobody is lost. We are all loved and cherished."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
About Olga Sophiyeva
My name is Olga Sophiyeva. I'm an artist. I have graduated from Art Academy in Turkmenistan. I worked in art museum as a conservator for 5 years as well as a teacher in art school for 8 years. In 2012 I moved to Boca Raton, Florida, USA and continued creating art and pursuing my artistic passion.
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"The censor", by Tatiana Denisova, artist.
"Her censoring structure was shaking. It was too much to process at that time, too much to love it.
"Why are you still waiting for me?” she asked loudly, hoping her voice would carry outside. “Why are you still here on my roof every night?"
No one answered. A cruel silence forced all of the air out of her barren, top floor apartment. She looked around. Her table, her sofa-bed, her lamp, her shelf — everything was useful. There wasn’t anything personal. No coin collections, no pictures, no magnets from strange places. It was like no one lived there.
Suddenly, she saw her own image walking in front of her. The nice looking, slender girl said, "I know you. You’re me. We’re one."
"Who are you?" she whispered.
"I’m your censor. I’m your mom's words. I’m your dad's actions. I’m a crowd's reactions to your successes and failures. I know when to stop you. I push your buttons,” the girl finished with the proud smile of a child.
She felt stripped naked. She was no longer a master of her universe but rather a servant. She was stunned.
"
"Why are you still waiting for me?” she asked loudly, hoping her voice would carry outside. “Why are you still here on my roof every night?"
No one answered. A cruel silence forced all of the air out of her barren, top floor apartment. She looked around. Her table, her sofa-bed, her lamp, her shelf — everything was useful. There wasn’t anything personal. No coin collections, no pictures, no magnets from strange places. It was like no one lived there.
Suddenly, she saw her own image walking in front of her. The nice looking, slender girl said, "I know you. You’re me. We’re one."
"Who are you?" she whispered.
"I’m your censor. I’m your mom's words. I’m your dad's actions. I’m a crowd's reactions to your successes and failures. I know when to stop you. I push your buttons,” the girl finished with the proud smile of a child.
She felt stripped naked. She was no longer a master of her universe but rather a servant. She was stunned.
"
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "The world is inside me", Tatiana Denisova
"The censor", by Tatiana Denisova, artist.
"And now I’m done with you. You give me too much trouble with your useless desires, beliefs, and feelings. It's time to lock those away, the same way I did with things you loved before," her double said patiently. "It’ll be much easier to manage you without that stupid desire to love."
"N-o," she mouthed silently.
"What's that?"
"No," she repeated, clenching her fists.
"I know, I know. It hurts. We’ll burn these letters, kill a couple of social media accounts, and un-friend a couple of bad people. You won't even remember. You’ll be like new." Her censor was whistling like a strange surgeon before a simple operation.
"No!" she screamed as loud as she could.
"N-o," she mouthed silently.
"What's that?"
"No," she repeated, clenching her fists.
"I know, I know. It hurts. We’ll burn these letters, kill a couple of social media accounts, and un-friend a couple of bad people. You won't even remember. You’ll be like new." Her censor was whistling like a strange surgeon before a simple operation.
"No!" she screamed as loud as she could.
She found a chair with her fingertips, grabbed it, and hit the window, which broke with a bang into a million glass particles."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "Release", Tatiana Denisova
"The beast", by Tatiana Denisova, artist.
"Everything felt right. She knew this meeting would ruin her. She knew how dangerous it was. She knew it would hurt her. She knew she should have been at the studio, conducting her interview. Instead, she was here, with no further plans.
She knew it all and didn’t care.
“I know too well,” she said, consciously living through the pain again.
“How long do you have?”
“As long as you wish me to be here.”
“What if that’s the whole life?”
She knew it was like putting her head into the mouth of a lion, but she was ready. She was ready for risks, spontaneity, and death.
“Can you handle it?” she asked, looking right into her eyes. “Because this time I’m ready.”
Here they were — she and her beast — sitting on the roof under the splashing sunshine of a falling sky, waiting for the nights to come. And then they would wait for the nights to wake up again the next day. They were on their way to eternity under this white and blue sky."
She knew it all and didn’t care.
“I know too well,” she said, consciously living through the pain again.
“How long do you have?”
“As long as you wish me to be here.”
“What if that’s the whole life?”
She knew it was like putting her head into the mouth of a lion, but she was ready. She was ready for risks, spontaneity, and death.
“Can you handle it?” she asked, looking right into her eyes. “Because this time I’m ready.”
Here they were — she and her beast — sitting on the roof under the splashing sunshine of a falling sky, waiting for the nights to come. And then they would wait for the nights to wake up again the next day. They were on their way to eternity under this white and blue sky."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "The secret ", Tatiana Denisova
"Abby", by Tatiana Denisova, artist.
"Someone knocked on the door. "Chief, are you almost done?"
He nearly jumped from his seat. "Yeah, let me pack it up." He carefully put everything back into the luggage, closed it with two clicks, and walked quickly out of the apartment, holding the old, hand-carved handle of the bag tight.
"Chief, what's in there?" asked one of the officers.
He nearly jumped from his seat. "Yeah, let me pack it up." He carefully put everything back into the luggage, closed it with two clicks, and walked quickly out of the apartment, holding the old, hand-carved handle of the bag tight.
"Chief, what's in there?" asked one of the officers.
"Dead dreams," he dropped and walked away.
...
A young woman around the age of 16 came running to his coffee table.
“What’s going on, officer?”
“I have a letter for you,” the chief responded. “Here.”
He gave her the folded envelope from his pocket. He watched her read, read and cry, cry and look up to the sky.
"He was my..."
".. grandpa. I know. I’m sorry for your loss," he said, tears forming in his own eyes. "I wish we could have done more.”
The chief pulled out the old suitcase from under the table and gave it to the girl. He stacked the tickets on top of it. "They’re all for tomorrow,” he told her. “You still have time."
“What’s going on, officer?”
“I have a letter for you,” the chief responded. “Here.”
He gave her the folded envelope from his pocket. He watched her read, read and cry, cry and look up to the sky.
"He was my..."
".. grandpa. I know. I’m sorry for your loss," he said, tears forming in his own eyes. "I wish we could have done more.”
The chief pulled out the old suitcase from under the table and gave it to the girl. He stacked the tickets on top of it. "They’re all for tomorrow,” he told her. “You still have time."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "The secret ", Tatiana Denisova
"Fire", by Tatiana Denisova, artist.
"Today. It's happening today. We’re so connected, we burn inside. Just trust me.
***
She woke up to the sound of words. She knew she had to go. She didn't know why. She laid motionless in her bed, trying to remember the dream she had. She slowly moved her toes to make sure the body she felt was real and hers.
***
She woke up to the sound of words. She knew she had to go. She didn't know why. She laid motionless in her bed, trying to remember the dream she had. She slowly moved her toes to make sure the body she felt was real and hers.
Minutes later, map in hand and backpack on her shoulder, she ran down the stairs and, after kissing her surprised mother in the kitchen, jumped into her mom’s car.
She drove on a dirt road with the windows open, breathing in the dirty air.
"I’m free!" she screamed, suddenly feeling a wave of pleasure cover her cheeks. "What an awesome nothingness!"
He hugged her, grasping her shoulders. They breathed in together, and absolute, divine nothingness poured all over their bodies like a summer rain."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
- Painting "Pray", Tatiana Denisova
About Tatiana Denisova
I am the artist. My soul creates new worlds on my canvases and only when it’s getting dark I finish my work and feel how languor fills all my body. Painting for me is my life, the air that I breathe, my food and water, my child and my family.
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"Crowds", by Artem Mirolevich, artist.
"Who’s there?" she asked, staring into the dark corners of the huge room.
A little boy who looked to be about 7 years old appeared in front of her. He was dirty. His clothes were torn, and his shoes had holes.
"You’re lying to everyone!" he said loudly and pointed at her with his little index finger.
..."Who are you?" she asked slowly.
"Try to guess," he said.
She looked again. He wasn’t lab-made or a robot. He was real. He might have been the only real kid left in the world. She shuddered. "You’re supposed to be dead."
He came up, covered her fingers with his little hands, and pulled her down. "I’m dead without you."
A wave of pain so huge she couldn't stand anymore rolled over her. She followed his pull and lowered her body to the floor. "Never say...that again,” she gasped.
“Just leave." The steel tone of her voice sounded harsh in the empty room. The boy sat down and stared at her with brown eyes.
"Stop. Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m no one to you. Go!" Tears ran down the little boy's cheeks. "Humans are useless. Look what you’ve done."
- "Voices of Angels", Elena Lesnick
About Artem Mirolevich
Artem Mirolevich is trained as an illustrator, and his high skill for extreme detail is present in all his works, whether etchings or oils on canvas. Each work is a tale of its own, a surrealist tale of otherworldly places and people, where the artist’s imagination is completely set free. Directly drawing inspiration from Durer to Dali to the Manga comic tradition, Mirolevich’s work is a portal to the mystical meta-civilization, where doom and hope co-exist.
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Moses Morales, artist.
Moses Morales was born in Virginia and was raised on St. Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands and Florida. He spent his high school years on St. Croix, where he started his journey as a professional artist. He attended The School of the Art Institute of Chicago where he completed his Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree in 2006.
About Moses Morales
Moses’ work focuses on a surreal abstraction of the human psyche and primordial feelings of fear, bravery, and love.
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