About Alexander Babinskiy
Biography
My studio is in Moscow, Russia. I was born here and now mostly based in this city.
A great number of things drive me to create. And I think it is like with everyone else: fantasy, emotions, love, joy and suffering. Sometimes some little things can be enough. A rain trickle on a window, the noise of a forest near Moscow, night lights of the beloved city, almost vanished childhood memories that already blur like a dream. All of it seem to be trifles at first glance, but in fact these are the most important things.
I really love acrylic paint for its energy and emotional race. I myself am not a very patient and cold-blooded person. Therefore, acrylic paint that requires, as it seems to me, decisiveness and baldheadedness is just for me. Sometimes I have a desire to work with oil as well. Plus I do love the use of cold wax as a medium. For me this technique has some inexplicable attracting force. It is difficult to describe but oil with wax give some kind of cosmic magic to the painting. Layers, one after another, create a fairy tail on a panel in which there is neither beginning nor end.
A great number of things drive me to create. And I think it is like with everyone else: fantasy, emotions, love, joy and suffering. Sometimes some little things can be enough. A rain trickle on a window, the noise of a forest near Moscow, night lights of the beloved city, almost vanished childhood memories that already blur like a dream. All of it seem to be trifles at first glance, but in fact these are the most important things.
I really love acrylic paint for its energy and emotional race. I myself am not a very patient and cold-blooded person. Therefore, acrylic paint that requires, as it seems to me, decisiveness and baldheadedness is just for me. Sometimes I have a desire to work with oil as well. Plus I do love the use of cold wax as a medium. For me this technique has some inexplicable attracting force. It is difficult to describe but oil with wax give some kind of cosmic magic to the painting. Layers, one after another, create a fairy tail on a panel in which there is neither beginning nor end.
