Bell ringing Painting

A long time ago in the 80th year of the last century, being a two-year-old child I fell on a pencil that pierced my cheek and fortunately not my eye. It was the case that turned out to be significant in my subsequent life, but it took some time. So, I was born in 1978 in the city of Arzamas-16 (Soviet Union) and like many children I tried everything a little. At some point the sport prevailed and I ended up in Moscow playing tennis and dreaming of a career of a professional tennis player. Any path to success is very hard wok and requires strength, material investment, a chance or the grace of Heaven. Some of these components were lacking, although I have remained in sports up until now. I always used to striving for victory and for better results, so I told myself: “What should I do now? After all, there is more than enough of psychic energy!». And then as the smile of fortune I met a girl from an artistic family who invited me to participate in the “Spring Exhibition”. I agreed as I was drawing something all the time. There was a problem that I have never painted with oil. But my fears were in vain. I fell in love with this magical material from the first touch and started preparing for the exhibition. Everything worked out great and I realized that that pencil literally "nailed" me to the artistic world of art. I started a path towards a new goal. Realizing that my hard work is not enough, I began to look for private teachers to improve my skills. At first, I went to the studio and comprehended the laws of academic painting. Later I wanted more freedom and impressions and after having met Bato Dugarzhapov with his colleagues I began to actively work in plein air and adopted the knowledge of these wonderful new friends. At that time I lived on the countryside and caught the elusive moments of impressions at different times of the year and during the day - frost and sun, evening and night, rain and snow. Meeting an obstacle again, I wanted something more, but from the inside, not from the outside. But what exactly? I was asking myself this question over and over again. Then the word "abstraction" came to my mind. It was so surprisingly sudden because a day before I would not have paid attention to this way of painting at all. I found myself searching for teachers and - lucky again. I’m learning rules that previously did not attract me.