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Zodiac
- dance
I was working on this Serial The Dance of
the Zodiak in 1995 - 1996. I was trying to
show 12 different types of personality. But
I didn't want to go standard way of drawing
Zodiak Signs. I show them as dancing men and
women. Each
picture represents one individual type. |
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Zodiac
- 2
I
was working on this Serial of the Zodiak in
1999 - Indian
Ink, paper |
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Tower
"I was trying to convey the idea of a
beautiful, powerful, dinamic and fantastic
structure... The Tower." |
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Fantasy
I was working on this Serial of the Fantasy
in 1996 - 2004. Indian
Ink, paper
There are little bubbles of tunes born by
perfect secrets, so they roll in green emotions,
they flow in waves of amour, and it's above
where they strive, where all is so clear and
unruffled, so light and goyous... |
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New
"There are little bubbles of tunes born
by perfect secrets,
So they roll in green emotions, they flow
in waves of amour" |
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Art
Sometime
ago I made a pencil drawing of a girl in the
sun. I wanted to come back to that warm day...
We have cold winter in St'Petersburg -15 C
and a lot of snow. Seems like I'm getting
into spring mood. And you? (
14 works ) 1997
- 2000, pastel, tempera, paper |
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Art
- 2
Obstacles
are the doors that are closed
And that you can never open,
And that is why you should go straight thru
them.(
16 works ) 1997
- 2000, pastel, tempera, paper |
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Gallery
- 1
"My
pictures are like living beings, comprised
of contradictions, connections between light
and darkness, joy and sorrow..." ( 16 works
) 1986
- 2000, pastel, tempera, Indian Ink |
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Gallery
- 2
"Art
gives an opportunity for one person to convey
feelings and thoughts to others..."
( 17 works ) 1986
- 2000, pastel, tempera, Indian Ink
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Gallery
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1986
- 2000, pastel, tempera, Indian Ink - (
16 works )
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Fantasy
- 1
And
the world so transparent, a big lump of glass,
fantastic castles have been put into by a
famous craftsman, and hanging their reflections
are looking like stalactites. ( 16 works )
1996 - 2004, Indian Ink, paper |
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Fantasy
- 2
A stroke of evening, dividing the face, the
line is quivering between light and shadow,
between the happened and the desired. Your
breath is stock-still within my lips... It
slid down, it dissolved, It got back to the
past.... ( 14 works )
1997
- 2004, Indian Ink, paper |
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Shanevo-art
The village of Shanevo is situated almost
on the island. You can not get there
using a road. The roads leading you
to Shanevo are dirty and impassable.
( 25 works ) |
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Impression
There are little bubbles of tunes born
by perfect secrets, so they roll in
green emotions, they flow in waves of
amour, And it's above where they strive,
Where all is so clear and unruffled,
so light and goyous.( 22 works ) |
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Woman
Astrology quiz: what signs are the caracters
on these portraits of my friends?
( 22 works ) |
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Nu
(
5 works )
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Drawing-1
Where's my voice, really where? Inside
a crumpled paper sheet or in the spike
That tore apart the milkiness of nothingness
by a stroke, or in an autumn day Amid
the dried up meditations...
(15 works ) |
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Drawing-2
1994 - 2004, Indian Ink, paper (
17 works ) |
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Drawing-3
1994 - 2000, Indian Ink, paper (
17 works ) |
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Grotesque
1994 - 2000, Indian Ink, paper (
13 works ) |
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Card
There is a mystery in cards. I can almost
feel the cunning black eyes of a gypsy
woman, the quiet nerviousness in the
hands of a player and the merry banter
of friends in a tobacco fog. ( 12 works
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Runes
Obstacles are the doors that are closed
and that you can never open, and that
is why you should go straight thru them.
( 24 works ) |
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Town
Saint-Petersburg - ( 17 works )
" It's the Leningrad late May night
- It's the season of shadows and phantoms,
It's the season of horsemen in cocked
hats, and gilden royal carriges". |
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Ñomposition
Art
+ Adobe Photoshop CS3
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Faust
...But suddenly under the vault of stuffiness
a patch of light appeared - a breath
of love caprice, a portent of some brand-new
birth, It gave a start to God, It gave
a rise to me, a brand-new way to go...
(
17 works )
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My
history
I remember the very first time I met
an artist. I was 5...it was summer...
Russian South... in a little town called
Evpatoria... Black Sea splashing green
waives on a pebbled beach. |
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