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Rain 
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City. Rain. Sadness. The author reiterates the theme of the urban landscape. We are drowning in the blue cold, rainy autumn evening ... Only street lamps and light from the lone window can warm up the viewer. City falls asleep, admiring its reflection in puddles. City will soon see sweet dreams... And the rain continues its work - wash away the remains of the past day ... Павел-Pavel, Ottawa |
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Blue sea 
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Everything - from composition to color scale - says that we always need solitude, peace and silence. Only the noise of the sea and screaming birds can disrupt this peacefulness. Power shades of blue colors are well uncovered in the translation of the word "blue" from English to Russian - "sadness". Blue and sadness are the basis of all that we see here – the author painted sadness in all shades of blue. And why he is sad we can only guess ... Maybe it's the sadness of urbanized human being about an evening walk by the seaside with a sole mate.... Павел-Pavel, Ottawa |
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Parallax 
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Picture clearly shows the influence of urban culture painting - graffiti on wall streets. The viewer will catch sophisticated, chaotic and sometimes rough energy metropolis. City, likely Toronto, became the inspiration for the author, transferring the energy of a big city... Feeling of something like aggressive pressure - this is the power of a live urban culture, sometimes very rude, heartless and spontaneous, to which we all belong to... Павел-Pavel, Ottawa |
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Canadian Fall 
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At first glance, at once on the entire painting, you see a riot of colors inhereted from the Canadian autumn nature - gold and crimson of maples, piercing blue of sky high, clear to bright white colors of autumn air. Surprisingly juicy and clearly transmitted colors - the magic has penetrated into the nature, painted the world in magic colors, as if it has identified a matter primarily hidden from a passing glance. I was attracted by this picture's counterpoint - under the first visible sense there is hidden another secret that is revealed only after steadfast look. On the left there is a brown shadow of the tree trunk that has lost leaves, and its trunk is now shamelessly naked. Strange, but no any other tree trunc is depicted in this picture. Involuntarily you wonder what the symbolic meaning invested in it by the author. He tells us that autumn - a time to find your leverage point, a time to rethink and reassess on the verge of imminent winter. Gradually, peering into this masterpiece, suddenly you stop your eyes on the strange black spots, so vividly and unashamedly seated in the foreground. They seemed to grin in the face, greasy, like leeches, thick and darkly bright, riveting , so that eventually all bright and cheery paint go into the background. What's this? Premonition of decay? Black thoughts about the inevitability of death and oblivion? Unpleasant memories of the recent visit to leech therapist? In the picture the artist has depicted his longing for outgoing beauty attachment to what must inevitably disappear and dissolve in the universe. The author in this work remained true to himself: in his encrypted message using multiplicity of plans and convex depth he gave us a basic thought of his work : brightness and multicolor paints - just background, a distant prospect . Black pain destruction - that is always on foreground. Memento mori! This is what we must not forget. Looking at this picture, I want to sit in front of blazing fireplace with a good portion of whiskey, drink hard and long look at and live fire tives. Alexandra U, Ottawa. |
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Dawn in City 
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Again the city. Again, the artist and we want to know what is the secret of infinite energy of this living - nonliving organism. This picture is another attempt to solve the riddle. I wonder how the author in his creative response shows us the colorful, variety of shapes and bottomless depth image of the city. It seems that the artist does not have enough of the paints and canvases to express his feelings. But, while the city itself has not enough space allocated to it, it breaks away beyond all conventions and never wanted to go back to its circles. Pavel, Ottawa |
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Contact me: Andrei.Urusov@urusov.ca
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