With deep realism, I painted a quiet moment of tension and mystery, capturing the vulnerability and guarded strength of the figure. Using oil, I created rich shadows that pull you into a private world, evoking curiosity and introspection. This piece brings a powerful, contemplative energy to any space, inviting viewers to explore the delicate balance between concealment and revelation.
A portrait for me is a book. An interesting book to read! And with each smear page, with each stroke of the brush, you open up new horizons in the knowledge of man!
As a child, I started painting self-portraits. Even then I wondered: what will I myself be like in ten, twenty or fifty years? Will the years I have lived with their joys and sorrows reflect on me, how it will look on the canvas, is it necessary to hide the truth or is it better to embellish it?
I remember Rembrandt's self-portraits; as a child, they impressed me greatly. When he portrayed himself in his youth, these were cheerful pictures. Then came a period of maturity: the master was captured with a glass in his hand, and his beloved wife Saskia sat on his lap ... It was great, nothing foreshadowed the subsequent collapse
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With deep realism, I painted a quiet moment of tension and mystery, capturing the vulnerability and guarded strength of the figure. Using oil, I created rich shadows that pull you into a private world, evoking curiosity and introspection. This piece brings a powerful, contemplative energy to any space, inviting viewers to explore the delicate balance between concealment and revelation.
A portrait for me is a book. An interesting book to read! And with each smear page, with each stroke of the brush, you open up new horizons in the knowledge of man!
As a child, I started painting self-portraits. Even then I wondered: what will I myself be like in ten, twenty or fifty years? Will the years I have lived with their joys and sorrows reflect on me, how it will look on the canvas, is it necessary to hide the truth or is it better to embellish it?
I remember Rembrandt's self-portraits; as a child, they impressed me greatly. When he portrayed himself in his youth, these were cheerful pictures. Then came a period of maturity: the master was captured with a glass in his hand, and his beloved wife Saskia sat on his lap ... It was great, nothing foreshadowed the subsequent collapse
oil
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