To the exhibition Between Dream and Reality in Moscow, Nizhny Novgorod and Saint Petersburg (April October 1997):

... she (the painter) covers the world before the creation of the Earth, makes air pictures of the game of paints, microscopic sections, the world of Creators dreams, the world of Earth without man unusually beautiful, eternal and too precious to touch it. Only here and there as in the contours of clouds we find for fun faces and images emerge as if coloured illusory beings, and with satisfaction, confusing, we guess there proto-types of live beings, for the first time outlined by Creator...

... it is pleasant to feel yourself at the interface of earth and the sky, to hear a rustle of wings behind your back, to smell the wind and to feel the languor of heart as experienced by the man, who is taking off the earth ...

The combination of very warm wood and multi-coloured paints takes you into space and into the depth of ocean, and onto our sinful earth.

for me, to note the progress in your mutual creative work. I say mutual, as you perfectly well complement and help each other on your way to revealing the great mystery of art.

It is a special joy for us, that our dear employee Nina Geling has become a well-known painter. Artistic orientation of this very dear to us couple extremely interests us all those bright spots, lines, forms and volumes that give the world a new emotional sight.

A black cat was walking in the white world and became gray.

An egg could not move on the earth, and the earth threw it down and evaporated.

Colour scales were playing with tune scales.

An elk was dancing a jellyfish dance and he became numb in the sea a smooth box-tree figure as that of an elk or a jellyfish.

Tender box-tree played heavenly radiation, at night it shone laquer starry cover. A tender flower was rocking with the slight rushes of wind. The clouds were rocking, floating in the windy air. Night came, the tender flower closed, one could no longer see the clouds, but in the morning everything started again: the flower was blooming, the clouds were floating.

Rounded drawings were round, oval circles were seathlessly stirring, everything kept circling and nobody could stop it. Suddenly everything stopped and not a person knew how it happened.

With a mystery of its leaves the bird cherry tree smelled of its dressed out beauty.

A velvet bird cherry tree was catching fresh air, so it could have enough of it for the white winter.

A green bridal veil is presenting itself as various figures and those figures are touching various points, and the points are laughing themselves dead from tickling.

A round sphere, that is wrapping itself in mist. A nailed night

The storm stones were strangely fantastic, the storm was kicking them with waves and they were complaining to the sky.

In the cross there was a rose. The rose has destroyed the sorrow.

In the Land of Fantasy there are wooden grottos, they are bigger than our stone grottos are. In that land everybody dreams fantasies.

In the evening it was raining. The storm was swallowing the lightnings, but the thunder kept rolling. The flame was dancing with light, and the rain was reflecting the flame. Clouds like wind were rising and imperceptibly changing. And it seemed, that the destroyed castle was singing.

Water was dancing in the library and showing off with ist height.

The black embraced the white and squeesed it. The white feels, that it is panting, and it is dissolving in the black, becoming smaller and smaler.

The form of the sculpture A Small Devil is smoothly flowing from one form of life into another...

Something in it really reminds one of a litle devil: small horns, feet and all that. It has no face, but looking at the sculpture, you feel, that the small devil is smiling.

This being is somewhere between two worlds. It is so unprotected as compared to us...