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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 35.4in, 宽度 27.6in
- 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 女性肖像
✨ KEY FEATURES:
• A young woman with chestnut hair and an intense gaze radiates serene confidence.
• Flowing blue dress and a dark gradient background enhance the emotional contrast.
• Signed in the lower right corner for authenticity.
🎨 PERFECT FOR:
• Modern interiors, luxury offices, or art collections. «Une œuvre qui parle à l'âme» (A work that speaks to the soul)
🌟 CUSTOM PORTRAITS:
• Turn your photo into a timeless masterpiece! Solo, family, or pet portraits — any style, attire, or backdrop.
📝 DETAILS:
• Canvas, oils, varnish.
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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