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Moroccan Motif

By Maria Knyazeva

 When I recall Morocco, it looks like a bright exotic dream. Motley paints of marketplaces, spicy aromas of flavorings, bizarre and narrow streets, elegant mosaics… This life looks like an overwhelmed palette with the paints issued by a strange artist.An Eastern still life looks like a feast of colors and paints, my own memory about colorful and noisy oriental bazaar in East cities – the music of the mysterious and exotic East.
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The Small River

By Maria Knyazeva

On not a big canvas, this is finely painted with rather heavy sheets of color. It reflects the freshness of perception that has been given to a curious artist by communication with nature. A small river, motley grasses, a forest in the distance, the heady air of the short summer – all of these fit this small work, like a memory of the nice plein air on a July day.

Natalia Kosyachenko,
Art critic

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Seagulls

By Maria Knyazeva

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry
While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman’s feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed

Orhan Veli Kanik

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Wave

By Sergey Nekrasov

The man’s inability to fly is compensated by his ability to swim in the water. This is the sea where a man feels weightless and free as if he was in the air. The unity of a man and water is a popular subject in literature and the visual arts. Sergey Nekrasov devoted  his canvas “Wave” to this very subject and depicted a beautiful young female body in the water. He insistently offers the viewer this theme of life in the water or life after life. In any case, everyone will find something interesting in this picture, but for someone it will be a perfect decoration for a living- room or a bedroom interior.

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Neva the river at Night. Saint Isaac Cathedral

By Alexander Egorov

The giant and comprehensive sky fills most of the canvas. The sky shares itself with the smooth flow of the Neva river with a thin strip of playful lights from the classic architecture. The sky of this kind plays the role of a tuning-fork that fills the canvas with a fresh breath of the Summer night in the city.

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Reflection

By Dmitry Yermolov

We see how two worlds the first of which is quite real with its autumn trees, throwing the gold foliage into the pond, and the second, its twin and reflection,  are separated by the water mirror. The quick melting brushstroke makes the water look alive, calm at present, but able to make a move and change everything completely, after which to become still for a moment again, as if getting ready for the new move.

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On the Edge of the Earth

By Lyudmila Scherbinina

“On the edge of the Earth” is a Russian idiom coming from the times when the Earth was considered to be a flat object in the middle of the ocean. People thought it could be crossed on foot from edge to edge. Centuries have passed developing the scientific views but even nowadays we say: “on the edge of the Earth” as if there is an invisible border between our world and the mysterious unknown one.

It is on this very border where a small coastal village is situated. The endless translucent sky unites misty mountains disappearing in the distance, houses clinging to each other, boats drawn out of the water and  cold ground half covered with snow. The fresh frosty air is conveyed so convincingly that in a moment you can easily find yourselves on the edge of the Earth amid the icy mountains  wrapped in the cold sea air.

 

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Pink Sunset

By Julia Bobrova

A Russian village in summer. The endless blue sky embraces the traditional gable roofs, round peaks of the haystacks and wild grasses in the foreground. Only the red flashes of the sunset color in pink the crowns of the trees,  walls of the houses, wild grasses announcing windy days to come and change the weather.

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The Fall’s Gifts

By Julia Kostsova

Walls of the old Château de Villandry are reflected in the water of the moat. Of course the castle has lost its defensive meaning long ago and now it is the greatest component of the romantic view of the park ensemble.

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Cupolas

By Sergey Nekrasov

The Russian winter has always attracted attention of the writers, artists and filmmakers. There is something mysterious in it. The winter comes unexpectedly, putting the end to the dampness of the autumn gray haze. The merry frost replaces the dull all-boring slush. The snow covers the towns and the countryside and at this moment you realize how long the soul has been waiting for these changes. Not long after that the merry frost will turn into a fierce cold, the breeze to the icy gusts of wind, the soft snow to the impassable snowdrifts. All God’s creatures become still, chained with cold. Only the dry grass and the bare branches of the trees make the silent picture look alive.

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