Poet, writer, designer, architect, traveller, archaeologist, scientist, guru and, of course, painter. Nicholas Roerich‘s life has been a constant wandering, his journey spanning from Russia to India and America, passing by the mountains of Himalaya, the Gobi desert and the vast plains of Siberia. He was in touch with the most prominent figures of his time: Gandhi, Nehru, Hemingway, Wallace, Gorky, Tagore, H.G. Wells and many others. He was an influencer, a guru, a saint, a charismatic person enlightened by a strong spirit and a great physical energy. His paintings reflect the width and depth of his adventurous and multifaceted existence. The light and colors bear a supernatural pureness. His mind hovered well above the mountain tops, in search of an universal message. Roerich’s work is not just metaphysical, though. It’s religious in the deepest sense of the word. Roerich painted the places he visited with a primitive enchantment, a sense of gratitude towards the Gods he was able to pick like high-flowers and arrange them in a bunch, harmoniously. When Yuri Gagarin, first man into outer space, came back to Earth, it was asked how our planet looked like. “It’s like a Roerich’s painting.” was his reply. Nobody knew who Roerich was, back then, but Yuri’s answer toured the world and more and more people were eager to know more about this man sui generis and his paintings. The Russians, a few years ago, even dedicated a small planet to his memory. Roerich, we are sure, has been there already.