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- It's great. Stitched in Paris.
- Stolen in Birmingham. My mother stole it out of the house, which was removed in 1901-m.
- No, it's yours. I painted many women, and believe me, many of them were much cheaper than their dresses.

Routine - the soul of your favorite painting.

Only the blind are able to appreciate the picture of Malevich "Black square"

- Are you an artist?
- No, the artist finds a balance between his inner world and the outer world, and I... just drawing dresses for women, which many will pay for them. I create princesses.

If the picture is really good, it does not need a luxurious frame.

Shades - the most important thing for the observer, they bring the picture to the end. That winter boredom, three shades - white, grey and black. Summer is better - the richer palette, you can choose a long time to monitor changes. Each thing has its color, but he lives a separate life.

Music, art is the lens through which I look at the world with interest. Without it, our existence becomes empty.

Artists
live with a naked heart,
sensitive skin
and an open mind.
The whole world with its complexity
to GHz
They feel and the anger, and calm.
They see all the beauty even in the darkness,
Touch ready to pass this way,
It is the heart that will help to cope with fear,
So often, wishing to deceive us.
In them the strength and fragility of fused together.
Art is their weakness, and loud power.
Store people is infinitely vulnerable:
They're so easy to hit - it's so hard to help...

To paint is to Express their feelings with colors.

- How much?
- What, how much?
- Here it is, how much?
- Ah! It... No, it's not for sale.
- Oh, my dear... Everything is for sale!
- So say the rag pickers.

How to distinguish a good painting from another? On the monogram!

God created the world from nothing.
Learn, artist, had, -
And if your talent is a fraction of
Do her wonders
Immense forests grow
Myself, as a fabulous bird,
Umchis high in the sky,
Where shining free summer lightning,
Where the eternal cloud surf
Running through the deep blue.

My wish of the dying bed at least
I want the wind - I take it on faith -
I want the veranda to the girl with peaches!

When in the hands of the brush, it is enough to think about Nina and his paintings are filled with the future.