Painter. Member of the Union of artists of the USSR.
With great excitement and pleasure work in different seasons in nature and sketchbook with paints — my constant companion. Air I experience the joy that is my workshop! The high sky, lots of light, a big departure from work. Under the sky paint on the palette, rich with unexpected mixtures. On brushes and paint I don't think, all thoughts are directed to the transfer of impressions. Praise and surprise of a passerby is the same as for the artist, the applause. If you try to understand yourself, find that within you lives the constant desire to surprise, but it doesn't always work. The birth process of the work, which in itself is joy, pushes the artist to work in the rain and snow. He is wet, all the floats, but I want to finish the job. Snow falling on the palette, mixed with paint — and now it is not clear what the artist works. Don't know about others, but I am very sorry to part with works that remind you of the years spent, about what he saw. The work of the artist is to work to the limit. Rewrite, and looking for rare, happy moments when everything sings, feel like this is it elusive, it turns out! For the sake of such moments worth the work and each time I hope that will create something perfect. In recent years, appeared the ability and desire, from morning to evening, working in the Studio and find moral satisfaction.