“It is necessary at times: no, no, yes, a little crazy” - Valentin Serov described his creative method somehow. He then spoke of another picture. But, for sure, I could say the same about “Window” - a work on which it is not easy to guess the author.
The fact that Serov was a latent impressionist is perhaps not a sensation. From time to time, this beginning in him awakened - affected
friendship with Konstantin Korovin (and, perhaps, the fact that Serov lived with his mother in Paris on Clichy Boulevard as a child). But even against the background of these impressionistic splashes, “The Window” seems to be too cursory a sketch.
Whether uncharacteristic Serovu intuitive ease of execution, or deliberate carelessness: air, glare, bustling summer ripples. Is this Serov who has been harassing himself and his models with hundreds of sessions, marathons, which, at times, dragged on for years? Is this the gloomy truth-lover, under whose eyes Shalyapin and Nikolay II were lost?
The young age of the artist nothing to do with. Very soon he will write his main hits: in just a year -
"A girl with peaches"in two -
"The girl lit by the sun".
For Serov, it was always important to feel some kind of emotion in relation to what he painted. The window in a simple country house was more important to him than the luxurious interiors of the Romanov and Yusupov palaces. This unassuming nature excited his feelings no less than later -
bloody events of 1905 or, for example, naked
Ida Rubinstein.
The window painted by Serov is in the house of his aunt Adelaida Simanovich in Edimonovo, a village with unexpectedly extensive ties with the world of Russian fine art. Brother
Vasily Vereshchagin - Nikolai - founded a school of dairy farming here. I've been here and
Mikhail Vrubel. As for Serov, in his fate Yedimonovo played a significant role - here in the house of Adelaide Simanovich he met his future wife, Olga Trubnikova. This window (along with
to otherswritten in the same year) - sketch for her portrait.
Portrait itself At first, Serov disliked - he seemed to him too dark, not "gratifying" enough. The sketch is another matter - his "window into summer", looking into which the artist seemed to be transported to the carefree 86th.
Serov 21. He is full of strength, naive, in love. The window is wide open, and there is no squabbling behind it at the Academy of Fine Arts, no domestic troubles, no quarrels with friends, or 1905 - only the sun and high hopes.