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原创艺术品 (One Of A Kind)
绘画,
油
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漆
在帆布上
- 外形尺寸 高度 41.7in, 宽度 59.1in
- 艺术品状况 艺术品完好无损
- 是否含画框 此作品未装裱
- 分类 画作 低于US$20,000 形象艺术 山地景观
Breathe the crisp mountain air into your space with this museum-quality oil painting (150x106 cm) by acclaimed artist Pavel Bunas. A masterful blend of contemporary realism and emotional storytelling, this piece captures the ephemeral moment when dawn’s golden embrace melts the frost-kissed silence of a secluded Carpathian cabin.
Why Collectors & Designers Will Love It:
✔ Timeless Elegance: The interplay of warm sunrise hues and cool snow tones creates a dynamic yet harmonious centerpiece for modern interiors, mountain lodges, or executive offices.
✔ Conversation Starter: The cabin’s off-center composition and hyper-detailed textures (snow crystals, weathered wood) invite contemplation, echoing Bunas’ signature style.
✔ Provenance: Each brushstroke reflects Bunas’ exploration of Carpathian landscapes, making this a future heirloom for serious collectors.
Artist’s Inspiration: "I sought to capture not just a scene, but the soul of winter—the way light dances on snow in the Carpathians, the promise of warmth in isolation."
«Une pièce unique qui transformera votre intérieur en une escapade hivernale élégante—parfaite pour les amateurs d'art exigeants.»
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“Master of Portraits That Breathe” (A Biography Written in Paint)
How a Blue Crow Gifted Me the Universe
At five years old, I drew a bird. Not just any bird—a blue crow on a scrap of wallpaper. My mother cried. Not from delight—she thought I was colorblind. But for me, it became the first lesson: art must stir a storm, even if it’s a hurricane of misunderstandings.
From then on, I never let go of my pencil. Dragons from children’s books, the faces of kindergarten teachers, clouds outside the window — I “digested” them all in sketchbooks like an alchemist seeking the formula for perfection. My parents gave up: at seven, I entered art school, where instead of primers, I studied Rembrandt.
Apprenticeship to the Rhythm of Commuter Trains
Glebovskoe School. Here, I discovered that people are the finest “landscapes.” Every morning, I rode to class in a packed train, turning the carriage into a laboratory. Passengers never suspected their wrinkles, smiles, and gestures were becoming sketches. I absorbed them like a sponge, then blended them with the ancient science of Ninsho-Goku — the art of face-reading practiced by Kyoto’s geishas. My secret? I don’t paint portraits. I decipher them.
— A wrinkle at the temple: the trace of sleepless contemplation.
— A spark in the eyes: an unspoken dream.
— Uneven lipstick: haste before an important meeting.
Teachers threatened expulsion for failing history but turned a blind eye when I exhibited portraits. “These aren’t paintings”, one said. “These are confessions”.
The Academy, or When Masterpieces Become Neighbors
At the Art Academy, I lived on two floors:
1. First floor — the studio, where I copied Vrubel and Serov. Sometimes, I felt the ghosts of masters standing behind me, nodding: “Don’t be afraid. Steal from us. But make it better.”
2. Second floor—reality. Exhibitions where strangers approached and said: “Paint my daughter. She’s gone, but I want her to live here.”
That’s when I understood: my paintings are not decorations. They are bridges between worlds.
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P.S. If you’ve read this far—you’re ready for a dialogue. Let’s create not just a painting — an artifact that will outlive us.
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Your artist,
Pavel Bunas
