Julieta Kaludova

Echoing from a point in time that contains and conjoins us all.

It was, so to speak, the end of an era

"In Summer You’re a Soul; Autumn Forces You Back to Your Human Body"

This isn't the beginning of a film...

Colors bear their own code of associations, triggering an emotional reaction.

"Rossini Bequested Music in my Blood”

"Neither Literature, Nor Theatre Could Exist Without Imagination"

"One Cannot Love the Unknown"

Woven. Yet keep on weaving...

"Meaningful Writing Requires Purposeful Reading"