Ukraine

After the Rain

The moment when darkness and gloom are going away and the sun rays, one at a time, light up a cleaner and fresher world. Share

Katia as Gypsy Guitar Player

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Sailboat on the Dnieper

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Vika H.

My college girlfriend. She tore up all of my drawings of her when we broke up; this was the only one that miraculously survive

Younger Sister Katia

She was probably 14 at the time. Defiant, dreamy, romantic, and believing in magic. Share this...FacebookTwitterPinterestLinke

Still Life: Lilacs In Starlight

Lilacs on the window Sill at night, lit up by the stars and city lights. Share this...FacebookTwitterPinterestLinkedinemail

Farm by the River; Reflections

Alternative title – Little House on the Ukrainian Prairie Share this...FacebookTwitterPinterestLinkedinemail

Natasha’s Dream: Colors of Her Future

I wonder where she is now, on what continent and on which side of the Atlantic Ocean or the Equator. We were planning to get m

Irina Davidova

A good friend from college days, looking at my drawings in my old house. We were just friends. Share this...FacebookTwitterPin

Old House in Cherkassy

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Red Forest

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Moon Cow

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City in the Haze

Another experiment in pointillism. Share this...FacebookTwitterPinterestLinkedinemail

Enchanted Woods with Fighting Trees

This particular edge of the woods may have appeared magical, but it didn’t feel friendly at all. The day was windy and w

Light in Windows on Summer Evening

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Resting in the Field on a Hot Summer Day

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Old Boat in the Stream

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Cottonwood on a Summer Day

An experiment in pointillism. Share this...FacebookTwitterPinterestLinkedinemail

Acacia by the Creek at Sunset

Since I was mostly painting after school hours, the earliest I could set up my easel outside the village was about four in the

Wet Meadow Under the Rain

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Park in the Fall

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Islands on the Dnieper River

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Under the Tree by the River

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House Down the Hill

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Summer Heat, Van Gogh Style

At my parents’ dacha outside Cherkassy, Ukraine. I also happen to like the grayscale drawing of the same corner of the veget

Summer Heat: Van Gogh Style Drawing

An attempt to see this vegetable garden through the eyes of Van Gogh. This was at my parents’ dacha outside Cherkassy, U

Pink Grass in Sunset

The grass over the marshes in fall was changing into a wild mixture of colors, including this unreal pinkish hue, amplified by

Corner Field with Storm Clouds

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Village Sugar Factory

I already wrote about this factory in the story of Girl with Peach. Share this...FacebookTwitterPinterestLinkedinemail

Rain and Sun over the Marshes

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Self Portrait as a Student

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Sister Katia Reading a Book

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Village Girl from Yaroshivka, Ukraine

This could also be the portrait of Joan of Arc. She had a look of quiet determination and defiance, with crazy sparkles in he

Ukrainian Worker in Siberia

In the 1979-80s the Soviet government encouraged workers to move to the Western Siberia, by paying them double and sometimes t

Vladimir

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Woman Writing a Letter

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Portrait: Zubov the Thinker

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A Smoker in the Street and a Passerby

When I was 18 or so, I once saw a man in the street, walking fast and with resolve, consumed with his thoughts and his cigaret

Sketch – Valera the Harmonica Player

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Sketch – Valera Reads A Magazine

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