Who was he? A painter without any formal art studies? A street kid growing up on the benches of the South Courtyard, an ancestor of a wide family of artists? A "Bix poet", as Nerius Pečiūra puts it in his book "Me and the Screwdriver"? The philosopher who sought wisdom in endless speeches in the backstage of the Drama Theatre of that time? A simple worker of "Elnis", a teller of legends about Tashkent? A mystic who read scriptures and raised his hands to the sky-airplanes?
