Konstantin Razumov

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Alfred Alexander Gockel

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Alfred Alexander Gockel was born in Ludinghausen, Germany in 1952. From his earliest days on, he was fascinated by the magic of colors on paper. This talent and enthusiasm resulted in the release of this first art work by a German publisher at the age of 8. His art is composed with the most beautiful lighted colors, trimmed with powerful black figures and accents. The separate colors and the black trims all fade together, and create an individual image for every spectator, no matter what culture or social position. The graphics are etchings, screen prints and lithographs, and are artistically connected to the unique sector. The distinctive style is automatically recognized as a true Gockel. However, with graphics the production and printing process is just as considerable as the artistic performance. In his collection we can notice the craftsmanship and dedication of a man who started his career at this field of study, and still can seduce his audience with his own passion.

Alexey Shalaev

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Alexey Shalaev was born in Moscow in 1966.He studied automation systems at the Moscow Aviation Institute but infatuation with art in yearly ninetieth’s lead him to A. Skvortsov, a lector of the Moscow Academy of Art and Manufacture -former Stroganov Art School. Participated in Paris and Prague exhibitions -“Rapid” Gallery, “Na Tzeletnoy” Gallery” since 1992.Took up outdoor advertisement and polygraphy.Participates in Moscow exhibitions since 1997.

Alexey Rychkov 1968

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One of the central subjects in the works of Alexey Rychkov is views of Petersburg. In 2009 the exhibition “Channel views” took place in the art-gallery ”Mon-Martre”, where Alexey took an active part. Today Alexey Rychkov’s paintings are presented in museums, private collections and art-galleries of St.-Petersburg, Moscow, Prague, Paris, and also Australia, Germany, Switzerland, USA.

Alexei Antonov 1957

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I was born in Russia in 1957, and I've been trying both hands (I'm ambidextrous) at art ever since. I can remember my self from the age of two, and when I was three, I was the terror of my mother's make-up kit, as I loved to draw murals on the wallpaper with her lipstick. All through my childhood I continued drawing, and in high school, though I left much to be desired in my other classes, I excelled in art and singing. I think that I was not a good student in other areas, because I prefer to teach than to be taught. Eventually though, I learned to learn. In 1972 I entered the State Art College in Baku, where impressionistic, realistic, and abstract painting were taught...but no classical. I joined other students in minor revolts against communism by growing my hair out, looked for hot chicks, and even studied quite a bit. In 1976 I graduated, and went to work at the Reseach Institute of Design in Moscow. From1986 to 1990 I lived in Moscow and worked as a graphic artist and illustrator for magazines published by the main Russian Press Agency, "Novosti" (News). I also designed posters for leading pop singers and rock groups during this period of time, but my most important work was the active and attentive study of the technique of the old masters such as Rubens, Van Dyke, and Snyders. This is when I met Nikolai Shurigin, a successful artist and Russian patriot, who, though younger than me, had already discovered much about this technique and was powerful both in his painting and in his personality. I learned much from and with him. I left Russia for the first time in 1988, when I visited Italy to study the paintings in the museums and exhibit some of my own. In 1989 I opened Rubens Gallery in Moscow, under the sponsorship of the central youth newspaper, "Komsomolskaya Pravda". I also took part in numerous exhibitions in Moscow, which were covered by the Russian Press. I have been living and working in the USA since 1990, and it's a good thing, because if I were still in Russia, I never would have made this beautiful web page for you to enjoy. This unique classical technique is practiced by very few artists at this time and is no longer taught in art schools. My works are in private collections in many countries around the world.

Alexander Hodyukov

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Alexander Hodyukov

Hodyukov Alexander D. è nato a Vitsyebsk - Bielorussia, nel 1966 dove vive e lavora. Il suo lavoro è condotto in direzioni diverse: realismo, impressionismo, nouveau. Le sue opere: paesaggi, nature morte, marine e ritratti, mondi surreali in stile fantasy e surrealismo, armonia e bellezza nel nudo, si trovano non solo nelle collezioni bielorussi e russi, ma anche in collezioni straniere di pittura. La tecnica: olio, acquarello, acrilico.

اعترافات -ترجمة نجيب بنشريفة

ممسكاً بالندى من الله ساعة الفلق، فكم مرة تبيعني الحزن ؟

اعترافات

أراك شفافاً

كما النهر ، منساباً

هادئا

متخماً بالحنين

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معك تتسربلني السكينة

أندسّ فيك متشبثة بعقارب الزمن

معك يختمر الوله ،ويكون لحياتي مذاق

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بدونك تعتصرني ألواني

فأتكئ على ذكرى لحظات الوجد

أقتص بها من ساعات الغربة

قل لي كيف ،أحظى بك للحظات؟

فقد غادرني ظل ارتوائك

انسكبني ظمأ الشوق إليك

أرنو في الأفق حالمة ...

تُسمعني دقات قلبك ....

وأخبرك عما يجول بخاطري

وعن تفاصيل غربتي

وأهمس لك

ياوطني كم أحتاج إليك؟

كم أفتقدك ؟

وكم أحبك ؟؟

فقد أدمنتك

تتدفق بداخلي

تتأجج فيّ

تسري في عروقي

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ترجمة نجيب بنشريفة

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Lettres de Nostalgie

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Avouement

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Je te vois transparent

comme la rivière

coulant calmement

Plein de tendresse

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Avec toi

la tranquillité me couvre

Au fond de toi

je m'enfui en m'accrochant

aux aiguilles du temp

Avec toi

l'engouement en brassage

Ma vie aura du goût

Et sera plussage

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Sans toi

Mes couleurs se contractent

Et je me tiens sur les souvenirs

d' amour

Avec la quelles je minémise les les

heures de la nostalgie

Dite moi comment pourais-je t'avoir

Pour un laps du temps

L'ombre de ta presence ma quitté

A toi

LA soif de de la nostalgie m'a porté

Rêveuse , ma vue fixer vers l’horizon

Tu me fait entendre les battements de toncœur

En te parlant de tous ce qui mepréoccupe

dans mon esprit

Et sur les détails de ma Nostalgie

En te chuchotant

O mon pay

Combien j'ai besoin de toi

Combien tu me manque

Et combien je t'aime

Tu m'obsède

Tu me fait bruler

Tu coule dans mes veines

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