Korovin once was director of the Moskow Art School where Bato D. He must have studied both painters intensively. Some of his painting almost “go completely abstract” but squeezing the eyelids against the sun the scene eventually emerges from the canvas.Ĭomparing one can find examples of practically all stages of Monet’s artistic lifetime evolution. His picking up Light with a brush from his soft pastel pallet is extraordinary. A century later Bato Durgazhapov taking Impressionism beyond Monet and Korovin. Konstantin Korovin (1861-1934) is considered the Russian Claude Monet (1840-1926). To get you interested in case, like me, you’ve never heard of him before. For photographers, besides the most interesting, creative and challenging also the most difficult light to pursue and catch. Just ask me to “publish” 16 more.īorn in Chita in the far far East of Russia, north of China and north of Mongolia maybe explaining his “wide angle” vision and why so many of his compositions are painted against the light. Selecting 16 out of the odd 300 I found on the Internet an impossible and unthankful task. At the institute I went through the fine polishing.Site-links where you can visit Bato Dugarzhapov’s art are at the end of this posting. I went to the quality through quantity and no one showed us short ways. ![]() To tell shortly, I was like an enchanted student in the scanning mode. The museum of the Art School was gorgeous, even Louvre seemed like a shadow compared to it. Voronin, Tomashevskaya (watercolors), Yefanov (oils). I think that the smell is an important part in creating an artist as attraction to the painting.Īt the Art school, as anywhere else, there is the spirit of competition. The smell of oil paints I will always remember. Then I remember being given a box of my own paints, and the huge picture being painted by my teacher Gomboyev in watercolors. He had a sketch in charcoal and was finishing piece after piece he seemed a magician to us. We watched the real artist who, stroke after stroke, was making a picture of Ulyanov on the wall in oils. We were not forced to study the history of Art, there was no homework. ![]() But the Art school opened another world to me it was like parallel universe – pictures on the walls, smell of the modeling clay, plaster models in the dark corners of the classrooms, teacher’s room. I had wanted to become a medical doctor, watched programs related to it on TV. On the way back, the dray cart was going covered with ice, the squeak of the wheels was heard as far as the village. At the place where we got the water, the river rose by 3 or 4 meters. ![]() I also remember the Granddad taking me on the dray cart with huge iron wheels to get the water from the river. In the night, cozily clinging to my Granny, I was listening to the humming sounds from the wires on the poles. ![]() Winter sun lit this scene through the smoke and highlighted cards, hands, matches, faces. Other people came to our house, smoked makhorka (tobacco) and played cards, where the bet was matches and never money. Everything which happened in the village was absorbed by me, and I still feel the happiness when I recall that time. There, dry snow and Zabaikal sun in winter, suntanned faces in summer- all this was great! It took me a day to recover myself ad feel prepared for the independent life in future. "At the age of a year and a half, my parents left for Khabarovsk with two elder children leaving me with my Granny Mydygma and Granddad Bazar in the village of Alkhanay.
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