Earthskin: Sepia, Ash Rose, Burnt Umber Print

Violetta lIdarovna Allaberdieva was born in 1989,in Kazakhstan. And grew up in Kazakhstan and Russia she was educated in Russia, America and Italy. "Her education has nothing to do with art, she has never studied at conservatories, universities or art schools and she has never taken any courses. But Violetta has read books and observed nature, looked how father was creating pictures, and in moments of boredom she created them for herself. First by pencil in a notebook, and then she switched to canvases. Her father persuaded her to paint with oils and to try something new (acryl, watercolours, etc.) and thus saved Violetta from boredom. So she found a way to relax and discover the world of wonders in paints and canvases. For her, art means no boundaries, no bounds, and no bonds. It is pure emotions. It's the place where she says no to painting clichéd pictures, even if there is a chance to earn millions. She paints what she feels, sees, what she reads, what she dreams of, what she is afraid of, what she is fighting for or against. Like everybody in this world, she is looking for harmony and place, where she can safely be herself and do something incredible not only for herself, but also for all those who touch beauty. Who touch art and everything connected with it. And now this balance was found and thrown out on canvases, decorated with flowers, like with the finest work of embroidery, with the sea, which keeps secrets and treasures that cannot be imagined even in the most sophisticated fantasy. The titles are usually straightforward, because the master most of all wants to convey the idea that our life is a miracle, and there is so much incredible and beautiful in the simplest things that you don't need to give them fabulous names. Life and nature are gifts themselves, and are as natural as breathing or heartbeat. No to boundaries!!! And those that exist are beautiful in their diversity and sometimes instability. A picture in a house, according to the artist, is a mirror in which we paint ourselves and our lives, we see ourselves, even if we cannot tell anyone about it. And the beauty of the pictures is that they are all beautiful, they just need to be understood as people and any other things in this world.