Mountain Lake.

Lake in the mountains

Sea in Croatia

The rooster. 

The grape

Autumn in Seattle

Swan fidelity

A little bit of Italy

Lake in Garmisch

The sunset

Sunset by the river

The hause in the village

The hause in the village

The hause in the village

The hause in the village

The hause in the village

The autumn

This is my attempt to convey comfort. A house where firewood crackles and smells in the fireplace. Where people are happy with in each other's company. Where in the evening it is so pleasant to drink wine, look at the fire and talk. When the topics are inexhaustible, because they are interested in one another. When you can hug not virtually, but in reality, feel the warmth of another person. When at any time you can go to the neighbors and they will be glad to see you. And where there is a road behind the house, that takes you wherever you want.This is especially valuable during a lockdown. Something that we did not always appreciate prior to it. The comfort and joy of communication do not depend on the lockdown. Even if your house is lost in the snow...

Black horse, painted with almost no black paint.

Drawing on a cut of a tree. Lake in Bavaria.

The ancient books store the knowledge accumulated by generations. I hope that in these books each of you will find answers to all your questions. You just need to carefully look at the fire from the candle and think about what worries ...

The poppies. One of the most delicate and beautiful mid-summer flowers.

 The sea is always different. Sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce. I tried to paint the sea at night. When you admire the sea, being safe....

My trip to Italy was canceled due to the coronavirus. So I had to paint an Italian house. People came and went along the worn-out steps. Sometimes they left to never return. More than one generation has lived and loved in the house. In the alley they kissed and hid from their parents. Many years later these young became old and with difficulty climbed these steps... to their Home.

Fall in English Garden, Munich.

Fall in Munich. Forest in Germering.

Yosemite National Park (USA). One of the most beautiful national parks in the world. What a joy it is to visit national parks and see such beauty! You feel power in such places. 
But if at some point in your life there is no easy way to return there, there still a place in your memory you can come back to that warms your soul. Each of us undoubtedly has many of such places. And the memories of them make our life brighter and more joyful.

Dandelions. First spring flowers. New hopes. New expectations.

Castle in Italy. I was struck by the thickness of the walls, the heating from the fires that were burned right in the room. Entire settlements have lived inside the castle for 300 years. It seems to me that if you live there for some time now, you will inevitably begin to write about the knights, about those ancient times.

The lion is on the hunt.

Black Panther.

Sunset. Krk island, Croatia.

Decorative sunflowers. Little suns at home.

Portrait of a Lady. I tried to draw a snobby woman. Therefore, the face is a little skewed.

Bryce Canyon, Utah.

Tits.

Horse. The idea was to draw myself as I lived for a long time. I think many people live like this -- to be in time, to be in time, to be in time... Now there is an extra half hour, hurray! can be done more! This is how life slips by, or rather, you slip past life. And the speed can be different, and it is good, and it is necessary, when it is different -- sometimes at a gallop, sometimes on foot, and sometimes just for a walk, to look around. Or you can lie down, just admire how a blade of grass grows... And then, probably, you will not miss the most important thing...

Fantasies of Winter. Munich.

Yorkshire Terrier.

Living room.

Portrait of a son. The longest and most ambitious work of mine. Like Mona Lisa. In order to complete it, I bought a heavy large frame. Portraits of kings were inserted into such frames. And I designed the work so that there was no temptation to endlessly correct it.

Waterfall in a national park in Slovenia. My first meditation on removing all the bad things from my own life.

Once again I repeated my dacha (our country side house). But this time there is a hammock, as it was during my childhood. I painted to leave a memory for my older brother's family.

European courtyard.

Girl and the sea.

A girl in the city of craftsmen. Croatia.

I wanted to paint a swamp at sunset. But when I painted the reeds, I realized that without the swan it would be empty...

Lake near Kyiv. The wood it was painted on was found on the same lake.

An attempt to convey the color of the waves.

Ukrainian village. Church in the village of Bezlyudovka (Ukraine).

Summer. I painted it in Germany from the photograph.

A cowshed high in the Alps of Slovenia. Straw is braided inside the barn. On the sides of the barn are boxes of blooming geraniums. The purest cows go out into the meadow and mosey among the edelweiss. As if the cows are about to smell the geraniums. The farm woman, in impeccably clean clothes, pours milk into a saucepan.

My dacha. A favorite place for many. More than one generation made shashliky (shish kebabs) under these pines.

My alma mater. V.N.Karazin Kharkiv National University. My whole life, my studies and work, have passed in this building. Not everything was smooth and therefore I painted it not quite stable.

Forest outside the village of Timchenki (Kharkiv, Ukraine). A puddle that for some reason never dries up, and into which I always drove with my car.

State of Utah (USA). I've been to many parts of the world. But never and nowhere have I seen such a moon.

It is very convenient to paint fur with pastels. So I wanted to combine fur and love. The result is wolves in love. Rather, she is in love, and he allows himself to be loved.

Winter. But the house is warm. They are waiting for you in there and love you.

Cockerels. I planted them myself, raised them myself, painted them myself.

Rooster. When I was paining it in the village, a neighbor had chickens and a single rooster in a small enclosure. It was the only one rooster there, so the chickens probably paid attention to it. But it was weak and always shouted last in the village. Well, it didn’t inspire me in any way. So I looked at other photographs to make it a bright, proud, beautiful!

Fantasies of winter.

Spanish courtyard.

Croatia. Sunset.

Northern California. I painted with children's paints, looking out the window. The sun was moving from one ridge to another very quickly, so this is more of a sketch rather than a finished work.

Forest near Kyiv (Ukraine).

My friend's land in the village of Timchenki (Kharkiv, Ukraine).

Wild daisies. Such unpretentious and beautiful flowers.

Lady Autumn. It is not for nothing that women are compared to the seasons. And autumn is often associated with wilting. But I have a light ahead in my work. Because the future, as long as we are alive, is always there. Even if by earthly standards there is nothing left of it. But it only depends on us that it is sunny, so that with bright autumn colors, there is light ahead of us.

Croatia. Krk island.

Slovenia. National park.What could be more beautiful than water and mountains? The water is stormy, with whirlpools, dark blue, almost black. That shallow and warmed by the sun, sky blue, turquoise. It is sometimes very cold, deep and fast, sometimes shallow with stones that lie like a bridge.. go ahead through it, do not be afraid. But it is always beautiful, framed by the most attractive and very different rocks.

Ships of happiness. All three ships sail to you and carry three main dreams, three main wishes...

If the boat is sailing towards you, then it is carrying something very good for you. And if he sails away from you, then it carries away all the bad things. Depends how you see it.

Based on Alfremov. Lovers. And no matter how bad the weather is, you are not alone. They will warm you on the way, and they are waiting for you at home.

Bullfinches and mountain ash. One of the best winter scenes. On the white snow and red rowan and bright bullfinches.

Based on Alfremov. A friend asked me to draw the wind. This is how I presented it.

Winter fantasy. I sat at home, in warmth and comfort, and imagined a cold winter river.

Girl. Pastel.

Flower. Pastel.

Flowers.

Winter stream. Germering. Germany.

The Seversky Donets River. (Kharkiv, Ukraine)

California, San Francisco. The Pacific Ocean and trees that almost cower in the wind.

A tree in Yosemite National Park (California) How they grow on rocks, what they eat, is completely beyond me. But what a great sight! Rocks and a powerful tree right on the rocks.

Ravens. They sit on a rotten branch. Gloomy. I painted away all my dark feeling. The crows are in the dark, but my soul has brightened after I finished them.