Gift number 7. Print

Igor Yuryev is a very juicy and picturesque painter. This is not a tautology, but a verdict ... The artist writes sweepingly and boldly. And very accurately. Sniping is accurate, without complexes and cautious steps.    The catchy combination of differently directed strokes creates a picture not scattered, but whole. And in terms of nurtured ... Even infused, as a very useful medicine. Style - not careless carelessness: multicolored riot provide experience and neurotic, sometimes impulsive, spiritual aspirations of the artist. Strange, I say, like, about the form - about the paint, the smear, the color and the throw, but all the time I poke into the meaning of brush movements on the canvas of the viewer's imagination. This means that games are fluttering and light-breathing - they are not goal-oriented here, but the meaning is prophesied and meaningful, rhymed with the general tendencies of the art of the end of the century, the turn of the millennium.    The artist understands - Man is not the ultimate predetermination, but an endless process, changing every second. Not globally, of course, - nuanced, tinged. But it is this nuance that dictates the outlines of our personalities and thinking. Even whiter - dictates the flickering of events, the ever-moving outlines of their interpretations.    Igor Yuryev - not strictly outlined outlines of objects, flowers and other objects. Not the line as a border - but the grace of the explosion of colors. The configuration of free expression of voluntarily developing plastic. The artist does not tie a line, but unleashes a movement. Today we see not yesterday's picture. And not tomorrow. And exclusively current, dying out at the same instant, when we look.    From color and Light - the birth of the subject ... There is not space filled with colors, but the paints snatch out of non-existence a certain substance, "dancing" its nature. Life-giving and silhouetted.    I would call still-lifes painted by Igor - still-lives. Their nature is dead, but they are alive. And mobile. She breathes and sighs, and not dug - as an extras dumbfounded.    I do not accidentally omit the biography of the artist. I omit that he graduated from the Art and Graphic Department of the Odessa Pedagogical Institute. That he is a member of a number of creative unions and a participant in many exhibitions - personal and not very ... That his work, of course, around the world are scattered in different collections - museum and private.