I’m Alexey Klimenkov. Years ago, I was nobody—addicted, broken, drowning in substances, searching for escape in drugs and booze. My world was a dark abyss — no light, no meaning — just relentless shadow swallowing me whole.
I lived on the edge of madness until one day, that bottom became the start of my transformation. Music was my salvation, my refuge for over a decade, while I wandered through bars and factory floors. At the factories, in restaurants — just routine that seemed to slowly kill me.
And then one day, almost by chance, I picked up some paint. Oil, my weapon against the darkness. That’s when I realized I could breathe again. The fire within reignited, and I started creating worlds—psychological battles, madness, catharsis. It was like breaking out of a cage, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, I’m a psychedelic fan artist, full of struggle and hope. My journey isn’t paved — it’s a battle with myself, a mix of defeat and victory. I want my art to be more than just images — it’s a scream that even from the deepest darkness, you can rise.
I am living proof that even the most destructive years can seed new growth. And I forge ahead, ignoring the scars, crafting my masterpieces, bringing chaos to life.