Series "I love flowers". Spring. Painting

You don't have to write a lot about an artist. Born, studied, and so on. One has only to remember with gratitude those teachers who taught the skill initially. And then, until the end of life, self-study, disclosure of one's self and abilities given by the Creator. For the artist, his painting will always tell. How he lives, how he breathes, how he feeds, where his soul soars and what dreams he sees. I knew from birth that I would be an artist. I painted always and everywhere. On the banks of the Volga, with a stick on the sand washed up by a wave. On the back wall of the closet dividing our nursery into a girl's and part of a brother. Everyone was given dolls and cars, paints and albums for me. At school, notebooks and blotting paper were painted to the last white speck. She loved to fall asleep looking at the revived shadows from the trees and at the ornament of grandmother's carpet. This is where my most interesting scenes played out and compositions were built, fueled by a lot of reading. I knew that painting is not an easy job. It is based on self-restraint and eternal self-improvement. But this is such happiness and grace! When you write you forget about everything. Many hours can pass imperceptibly, and you do not even notice it in flight. For an artist, in the process of creativity, the concept is very important. And this is the hardest and sweetest part about the birth of a painting. When an idea appears and the writing process starts, time stops. Then I do not notice how the day flies. And really happy! But the canvas will always tell when everything is ready! This is the last line. It is very important to stop. A picture was born and do not touch it, otherwise the air will leave and the living will die. I have never sketched by the principle: "What I see, so I sing." I'm not interested in this. It has never been interesting to convey the photographic accuracy of anything by painting the objective world. Feelings, emotions, states of mind - these are important. For me, a painted picture is a living, spiritualized substance that begins to live its own life, after the last set point. For your attention, I present six (six so far) albums. Maybe, God forbid, there will be new works. I want to write a lot more. I love life, I love people, “our smaller brothers”, living nature, and I want to share with you this joy of being. And I will be happy if you like at least one of my work. Then it's not in vain!