Lady Texas with her cousins approach the S. France, 1944 (2023) Картина - Anatoliy Nozdrin

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  • Подлинное произведение искусства (One Of A Kind) Картина, Масло на Холст
  • Размеры Высота 17,7in, Ширина 23,6in
  • Состояние картины Работа в очень хорошем состоянии
  • Рама Эта работа не оформлена
  • Категории Классицизм Война
As to me Dradnaught-battleships were masterpieces of engineering and technological art. Their harsh and terrifying beauty reflects the special place of war in the nature of mankind, from the barbarians of the Neolithic, through the cavalry of the Middle Ages to the present. But at the same time, we cannot ignore the progress of humanity (most of it)[...]
As to me Dradnaught-battleships were masterpieces of engineering and technological art. Their harsh and terrifying beauty reflects the special place of war in the nature of mankind, from the barbarians of the Neolithic, through the cavalry of the Middle Ages to the present. But at the same time, we cannot ignore the progress of humanity (most of it) in realizing the destructiveness of wars. The First and Second World Wars are a fundamental turning point.
Battleship Texas is essentially the only surviving mastodon from that turbulent era, a place in the US that I would really like to visit. Who knows what this honored lady-warrior might tell the current generation while her 14-inch guns are silently watching....

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I hate this damned war against Ukraine, and there is no excuse for it. Nothing but the vanity of a dictator.  My path in painting began in my preschool years when my father took me to the Hermitage and[...]

I hate this damned war against Ukraine, and there is no excuse for it. Nothing but the vanity of a dictator. 

My path in painting began in my preschool years when my father took me to the Hermitage and the Russian Museum in St. Petersburg, the most comprehensive collections of the finest art in Russia. I still remember with trepidation how I stood spellbound in front of Maestro Aivazovsky's painting "The Ninth Wave" - the pinnacle of his genius. Of course, at school they sent me to the best art school, where I studied for 5 years under the guidance of A.G. Patrakov - perhaps the most expressive painter of the city. The training was based on strict academic principles and laid the foundation for painting technique and a general approach to composition and drawing. I remember the master classes of the then not so famous painter A. Shevelev. His paintings were exhibited in galleries and delighted me. I was convinced quite early that I felt the greatest craving only for the landscape, since it is very close to me, because I constantly went with my father to the forest, walked along the banks of the mighty Volga, and local meadows, thickets, trees and the sky were imprinted in my mind. Therefore, instead of studying at an art institute where too many disciplines are taught, I purposefully took private lessons and consultations from landscape painters of the region for 6 years, while simultaneously studying aircraft engine design, which I did well. However, working as an aeronautical engineer required complete obedience to imposed rules and suppressed my desire for freedom, which resulted in a severe long-term depression. The rational part of me was exhausted, and salvation came from the artistic part. Paintings by Aivazovsky, Shishkin, Klodt, Rembrandt, El Greco, Levitan have always fascinated me more than jet engine turbines. The craving for freedom prompted me to get carried away with the seascape. I studied the works of Aivazovsky, Bogolyubov and Cooke. I began to sell my works based on acquaintances, as participation in a couple of exhibitions in Rybinsk and Moscow was remembered as excessive and senseless fuss. This experience, despite its advantages, I have since avoided. February 24, 2022. Everything turned upside down. I saw that in Russia, filled with hatred , limitations and fear, there is no place for art and will not be for a long time, so I stopped selling. Art fills me with inner strength to resist the suffocating atmosphere and preserve humanity.

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