The history of the portrait. Memories.
Back in 1985, I was just graduating from Art school No. 2 in Kazan. Our beloved Alexander Fyodorovich Inshakov was the director and at the same time the teacher of painting and drawing. It was the week of the New Year holidays , and shortly after that, Alexander Fedorovich was transferred to the position of director of the Kazan State Museum of Art , and we finished the art course without him . He asked me to come to the art studio during the holidays. I didnt know he wanted to paint my portrait. I came in and he texted me in about two hours. Why me? I dont know, probably because I was one of his best students. And perhaps he understood that the creation of my portrait would energetically affect the correctness of my chosen path in the future. I didnt understand it at the time. The portrait was left with him to dry . Then he was transferred to run the Museum a month later. The whole group of us was worried, we went to visit. We graduated from school with a different principal , I have nothing to say about him , as a teacher he was weak . Perhaps thats why my life path took a turn. A year without an artists degree before graduating from secondary school, my priorities changed, and I went to military school. Later, Alexander Fedorovich met with my mother and gave her my portrait. And the portrait lay on the mezzanine for many years covered with dust , until I forced myself , or rather , the universe bent down and forced me to return to the right path of life for me !!! back to creativity. It was then, in 2001, when I painted my first oil painting of MARCH on canvas, that I remembered about the portrait. I took it out , cleaned it of dust , and varnished it . And from that moment on, my path was determined. Although I still resisted a bit , doing all sorts of nonsense , until 2009 . God rest your soul, my only painting teacher, Alexander Fedorovich.
Back in 1985, I was just graduating from Art school No. 2 in Kazan. Our beloved Alexander Fyodorovich Inshakov was the director and at the same time the teacher of painting and drawing. It was the week of the New Year holidays , and shortly after that, Alexander Fedorovich was transferred to the position of director of the Kazan State Museum of Art , and we finished the art course without him . He asked me to come to the art studio during the holidays. I didnt know he wanted to paint my portrait. I came in and he texted me in about two hours. Why me? I dont know, probably because I was one of his best students. And perhaps he understood that the creation of my portrait would energetically affect the correctness of my chosen path in the future. I didnt understand it at the time. The portrait was left with him to dry . Then he was transferred to run the Museum a month later. The whole group of us was worried, we went to visit. We graduated from school with a different principal , I have nothing to say about him , as a teacher he was weak . Perhaps thats why my life path took a turn. A year without an artists degree before graduating from secondary school, my priorities changed, and I went to military school. Later, Alexander Fedorovich met with my mother and gave her my portrait. And the portrait lay on the mezzanine for many years covered with dust , until I forced myself , or rather , the universe bent down and forced me to return to the right path of life for me !!! back to creativity. It was then, in 2001, when I painted my first oil painting of MARCH on canvas, that I remembered about the portrait. I took it out , cleaned it of dust , and varnished it . And from that moment on, my path was determined. Although I still resisted a bit , doing all sorts of nonsense , until 2009 . God rest your soul, my only painting teacher, Alexander Fedorovich.



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