How well she may be holy soul,
Not thinking about drunk sin,
Go through life gait Intoxicated
And with the sun, spilling into the river.
It is encouraging, as under this light white
Wet rain, thunder storm,
Slip into dawns righteous tears
Breathing a sigh of happiness tanned .....
Pod weeping willows
Tarzanka
Horoshy wind
Vozdushnye snake
In the clouds
Staroe coat
U old baths
Malenkaya bather
Polety bedtime
Igor Panov was born in 1969 in Togliatti. Lives and works in his hometown. In 2001 graduated from the St. Petersburg State Academic Institute of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture named after Ilya Repin (studio of V.V.Sokolova). Member of the Union of Artists of Russia and Peter's Academy of Arts and Sciences, the winner of the National Award in the field of contemporary fine and decorative art "Russian gallery XXI century".
Sometimes he "bribes" from his beloved family, earning a living picturesque copies or more orders, and went straight into the favorite rural landscapes. By touching rickety huts, willows tipped to battered stavenki and fences. And sometimes bring themselves to creative downtime, literally drowning in these artistic and human experiences that before meeting with the canvas yet to settle.
- I'm not a fan of industrialization and do not like the city because of their straight lines. Romance is my village and just natural.
That is why the artist's canvas yellow, warm river sand. And thoroughly soaked in the sun boyish figure on the beach. And the spaciousness and freedom, and the sun.
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