06/01/2015
Bouquet of wild flowers in the paintings of artist Michael Yaremkiva
Brutsky Nathan paintings
Michael Yaremko was born in Lviv region in 1957. He graduated from the Art Department of the University of Carpathian Vasyl Stefanik specialization - monumental art. Nature landscapes, still life and genre composition - a favorite genres of the artist. I want to offer you to view pictures of wildflowers. Bouquet of wildflowers - most often found in the paintings of the artist. Gentle, bright, juicy, full of life wildflowers in bouquets and loose gladden the hearts of the audience. In his paintings the artist puts soul. He uses the technique of impasto (thick juicy smear technique) and alla prima (painting in one session). Experimenting with different techniques, he gets his own unique style that captivates. The audience's attention immediately attracts the relief pattern. Thick, juicy brushstrokes literally rise above the surface of the canvas and the picture immediately becomes volume.
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04/01/2015
"We are Russian - what a delight!" AVSuvorov
An eccentric person with false-sad
"Huddling" in the cabin of his "Porsche"
Said: "I am ashamed to be called Russian.
We - a nation of drunks inept. "
Solid appearance, demeanor -
All devil cleverly thought out.
But ruthless virus Degenerate
Stoch ingloriously all his insides.
His soul is not worth a penny,
As yellow leaf with broken branches.
But the descendant of Ethiopians Pushkin
Not burdened by his Russianness.
Consider themselves Russian rightfully
And rises from his knees homeland
Creators of Russian maritime glory
And Bellingshausen and Krusenstern.
And not tolerating worldview narrow
Trying to look beyond the horizon,
Considered it an honor to be called Russian
Scots - Greig, de Tolly and Learmonth.
Any one of them is worthy of admiration,
Indeed, the homeland sing - for them the law!
So he gave his life without regret
For Russia the Georgian Prince Bagration.
Our language - a multi-faceted, accurate, true -
That heals the soul, it reeks like steel.
Eh, we are able to appreciate it immensely
And know him, as he knew Dane Dahl?
Yes there Dahl! And in our time a lot eh
Possessing great language
No worse than the crest Mykola Gogol,
What was once a sign of Pushkin?
It is not necessary to knock his head against the wall
And furious saliva splashing in vain!
"We - Russian!" - So said Shevchenko.
Carefully read kobzar.
In the soul of filial love nurturing,
All my life I have worked to seven pots
Suvorov, Ushakov and Mendeleev,
Kulibin, Lomonosov and Popov.
Their names were on the tables
As the true history of the basics.
And among them as a pillar The old man Derzhavin
In whose veins the blood of the Tatar nobleman.
They go - that servant, the Messiah -
Carrying his cross on his shoulders bowed down,
As was carrying him in the name of all Russia
A descendant of Admiral Kolchak Turk.
They love instilled and nurtured
From age-old origins and roots.
That - Russian, whose soul lives in Russia,
Whose thoughts - about my mother, about her.
Patriotism does not sell to the load
It takes boots or coats.
And if you're ashamed to be called Russian,
You, my friend, not Russian. You - one !!!
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