Wednesday, 26 June 2013
I drew four little tigers from our common backyard four years ago. The grew so big, made a lot of new tigers and even one black jaguar! Our tiger population is very stable now.
Did you know what loaders do when there's no one around? I peeped at a secret life of a covered market. Saturday evening loaders enjoy driving cargo carts and smile a lot!
Monday, 24 June 2013
Friday, 21 June 2013
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Friday, 14 June 2013
Thursday, 13 June 2013
A historical garden in the city center, that all our famous people enjoyed - Tchaikovsky, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy and etc. It was a private garden open to public before the Soviet period, city garden during the Soviet era. Unfortunately this historical place was sold and closed for 11 years. An active group of citizens made impossible, they obtained it's public access. We are now allowed to walk only in one part of it now, no benches or dustbins to keep people away... :( I sat on the ground to paint it.
The spot was perfect - great composition, colours, depth. My lack of watercolour landscape skills made me darkening it, adding too loud colours and repeating uninteresting strokes. I worked more to understand the landscape better.
I was not satisfied with a watercolour from the same spot and decided to make a drawing. My problem with tone and understanding of depth became even worse in charcoal. It made me make a one more study of a place in graphite... And one more in gouaches! :>)
The final painting of Morozov garden I made at home.
Beggar is a highly paid job in Moscow. Beggars have their own mafia, pay officials and stay on their highly-effective spots for years. Homeless and beggars are two completely different categories. Homeless have no home, freeze to death in winter and are always hungry. Beggars have a place to live, eat well and do it as a full-time job. This woman works in the mornings, another one cames to change her at 1 p.m. She seats comfortably, eats ice-cream while working and gets money from church members coming leaving a morning service.
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Moscow's city plan could be best described as a system of circles with the very first ring Kremlin in the middle. The next one also very old is called the White City, some of it's walls still exist (you can see it on a drawing). Very beautiful and authentic streets with narrow paths and little treasures such a monasteries and Orthodox churches are located there. It the middle of a drawing is a Zaikonospassky monastery, founded in 1600. I'm not an Orthodox, but enjoy a little monastery food shop with the best ever fast cranberry patty! :>)
I sat at the foot of Anton Chekhov's monument under the lilac bushes. This corner of the most popular walking street is always empty, no tea or coffee served on granite pedestal. Seen by no one I observed a city diversity.
A luxurious cafe at the left with it's relaxed middle-aged eaters adjoins old labouring men renewing stones of paving. Men are red, sweating and tired. Hard work at their age is not merciful. Students prepare for an entrance exam to Music and Theater academies, singing and checking instruments before the go at the background. Young people with saxes are not poor nor rich. Who knows what the talent, fate and hard work will bring, which side will they take in a future?
We live in a modest city district, where most of inhabitants own or rent apartments in low-cost Soviet blocks. Most of them (as well as we are) prefer to make renovations by themselves, saving funds and working at nights. Men send kids and wives to summer houses or granmas, paint frames, put wallpapers after a work day and during the weekend. Neighbours make noises at night and heavily smoke on an open balcony in breaks.
Early in the morning I've seen a man with a porcelain lavatory pan heading to the common dustbin. All sorts of furniture – solid wood, 60-s stylish lamps, old doors are there, thrown and broken. Our African neighbour who lives in an opposite building with his Russian wife and cute toddler do the kitchen renovation all by himself too! :)
Monday, 10 June 2013
She stand like this for all 15 minutes! No movements! Just imagine hor hard this is... I've seen a little trembling, but kept her gorgeous smile. What a beautiful and cruel profession!
Our administration invited a young and awesome ballerina Anna to pose for us. I've seen ballerina fro the first time (except of stage of course, but it's very different). She was radiant and I've had almost three hours to draw her. There were several 15-minuts, 10-minutes, 5-minutes and one 3-minute poses.
This is a pose from a real 'Swan Lake'! She was so gorgeous... O_o
I used a charcoal for the very first time in my life. It's such a spectacular medium! The only problem was with an all-black make up after the session :)
Anna is a professional ballerina, who dances in a theater, that travel a lot. Who knows, maybe you'll meet her in London, Paris or even Singapore! :>)
This was the last pose before our little ballerina left.
I made 13 sketches of Anna, hope to upload the rest soon! Please, stay tuned!
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Pedestrian subways in Moscow, especially in the city center, are fully filled with all sorts of little shops. Late lover could buy a bunch of flowers, tired worker eat a pie and a young girl will find her brand new handbag all in one pedestrian subway. Some people find it ugly, some enjoy a quick&easy way to find a necklace.
Moscow government decided to put an end to such a business, they force tradesmen to leave. Rent payments raised up to the sky, but still some shops continue to work. For most of them an underground business is the only way to support families and they won't give up easily. The second move was to switch off the light. Flash-lights and cashier machine free operations with money followed. Citizens do enjoy buying stuff downstairs and move from one counter to another lighting goods with cellphones. No one knows what will be the end.
Moscow was half-wooden back in 50s. Most of a low-cost concrete Khrushchyovka buildings we live in now were buit on their place. Those who lived in wooden country-style houses with apple gardens were moved to small flats with improvements. Many old ladies, who always had a ground to plant were left with tiny pots and balconies. They all are very old now and still wear a country-style gowns with head shawls. They keep an eye on palisades near front doors and grow an outstanding variety of flowers. Day after day, very weak, hardly standing, they come downstairs to seed and weed. Passers by comment our little gardens as a true masterpieces!
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
A weak sound came from a lamppost and I came closer to check what was it. Couple of great tits made their nest inside. Both parents came to feed nestlings every 15-20 minutes.
Some great news - our country joint an anti-smoking coalition. Our citizens have to stop smoking around metro, universities, in cafes, transport and so on. I witnessed the first case of polite demand to threw out a cigarette. This man on a picture asked a beautiful lady not to smoke in our park... Well, I think this pleasant cause could become a fruitful background not only for a better health, but new loves as well!
I was brave enough to buy my first ever leek. My Mom cooks it a lot, but I never tried one. So, I went to prepare my vegetable lunch, cut this alien specimen and... It was so beautiful! I left lunch undone and rushed for gouache :)
Sunday, 2 June 2013
Lonely woman sat on a cafe terracce with a drawing board in her hands, no glasses or plates around. The day was hot, but she was wearing a down shawl with several layers of clothes. She drew young visitors of vegetarian cafe, finishing one sheet of printing paper after another. Sometimes she fell asleep, wrapping her jacket closely about herself. Cheap faux leather girt her thin waist adding a bit of a drama to the whole look. The woman was very weak, it was hard for her to get up and she preferred quiet nap under the parasol.
She was a theater artist back in 80s, forced to become a street caricature drawer in 90s to earn her living and buy materials for the theater. Those times 360 days a year under the Russian snow, heat and rains really affected her health, she lost almost all her teeth and hairs turned white. Teenage son oh hers needs trainers and she struggles to buy even a 7 dollar pair. She writes poems, illustrating them with her own little pencil pictures, but the latest book does not seem to be covering a cost of printing. This last desperate move made her a debtor.
Woman ate someone's mushroom soup with her fingers too ashamed to enter cafe for a spoon. Is she homeless? Is her son only a fiction of a poor mentally ill mind?