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Something about Me I was born on a train. This is perhaps a strange sign and nothing more. I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. I grew up in the very heart of downtown Moscow, capital of the huge Soviet Empire. The chimes of the Kremlin tower clock reminded me about this every hour of every day. In this strange reality the so-called “socialist realism” style was viewed as the only official and ideal style. During mine primary studies I did as I was obliged, but my real idols were the surrealists. In the 80s, I explored numerous kinds of art, different techniques and forms. I decorated restaurants, hallways, and residential apartments, all the while without forgetting about surrealism. That's when my first fans appeared. So, as an artist, I led two parallel lives: one, awake to the surreal imagination; another, concerned with more prosaic projects. My Life in Canada Immigration is like a surrealistic dream. One feels like Gulliver in his travels: no friends, no property, all old connections cut, and no new ones at all. Without knowing the right words to say, one is like a little child who smiles and farts instead of talking. At Humber College in Toronto, I took evening courses on Interior Design, studying decoration. First job In 1999, I created a large mural decorating Trevor Alan Art Gallery in Toronto, at Queen’s Quay Terminal. There were many, many other works I accomplished in Toronto. At last, I took part in my first exhibition in Canada, at Gallery 7. In 2001, It suddenly dawned on me that I must move to Montreal. There was no reason for this; it was sheer intuition. And it was right. In Montreal my pictures were to be exhibited in the gorgeous and respected Kastel Gallery in Westmount for more than 3 years. I thank Mr. Paul Kastel; he was one who appreciated my pictures despite me popping into his gallery unannounced from the street. Later, there were many galleries, exhibitions, and events to be enjoyed in Montreal. That was just the beginning of my history here. |
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