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Andrey Vystropov is an internationally renowned artist, a graduate of the famous Leningrad Academy of Arts, “Person of the Year 2007”, a skilled neo-romanticist in painting - a loving husband and a happy father of four children.

“I love it when a muse arrives, don’t put it on a black needle”

Andrey Vystropov

The most important word for me today is peace. Probably, this does not require unnecessary explanations for anyone who at least occasionally turns on the TV. Politicians play their games, "Uncle Sam" is trying to steer everywhere, but before our eyes a real war began, many people died. It’s scary to realize that you are not safe from anything and that a machine gun burst can go through your house tomorrow. And the use of modern weapons in general threatens the existence of our globe. Why go far, sometimes you read Volgograd news and the hair stand on end. It’s not so scary for itself, it’s like tasting this soup called life, it’s a shame for the kids. I look at them and often remember myself, as a young man. My youth passed in Beketovka in a private house. I’ve never been quiet, I went in for sports, drove a bike, climbed apples. But I was attracted to art since childhood. I tried to devote myself several times to music, I wanted to somehow express the inner rhythm, which did not give rest, day or night. Nothing happened, the bear didn’t just come, but just danced on my ears.

I started drawing late , at the age of fifteen. Once he became very ill and did not go to school for a long time. And the muse does not sleep! I took a pencil out of boredom, wrote a postcard, and from that moment I worked eight to ten hours a day. I felt that I really succeed. I was happy. I vividly remember the period when a whole battle unfolded in me. Science has come into conflict with the soul. I left school. The portfolio was completely clogged with books on art history. Somehow I went up to the teacher before the lesson and said something like: “Maryivanna, I really love your subject, but there is absolutely no time. Thirst for Impressionism! ” A bully like that! Fortunately, he studied well before, was known as a serious boy, and for a sweet smile I got away with it. The ninth-tenth grade was engaged only in self-education in terms of art - painted, read. But he was capable of it: in two years he went through the whole program and went to Leningrad. And after without exams he transferred to the Academy of Arts.

My father died when I was ten years old. Before my birth, he was also fond of art. Sometimes I regret that we were not able to exchange mutual criticism about our creations. Mom initially did not approve of my hobby. She even clearly demonstrated all the “romance” of this business, bringing her to the factory where she worked. “Look! Do you want to change him here? ”She said, pointing to the ever-drunk local“ Raphael ”crawling among the cans of paint, whose imagination was limited to another banner.

I love when she arrives - with such tender wings, with a melody in her hands… This is me about the muse. So, the act of creativity, as it is called at universities, is an absolutely uncontrollable thing, not amenable to analysis. Sometimes something clicks inside and the design of the future picture is born. Often I myself do not understand the logic of my associations. It just suddenly comes: “Christmas trees, sticks, it’s brilliant!”. If you could simulate a situation in which inspiration visits you, there would be no secret of creativity. “Paganini” and “King”, for example, I came up with while sitting over a beer in the Czech Republic. Then I sat there almost every day, but the spirit of Picasso never came back. And the muse, by the way, has more than one appearance. I am struck by paintings and films filled with gloomy pessimism. In life, there are already enough chernukha, why should healthy art be planted on this needle. The same must be imbued with this, let through yourself to embody in an artistic form. When really talented people do this, it’s even worse, probably for the sake of business . It is much more significant and difficult to make goosebumps run on the neck of a person from the brightest feelings. I am doing my best…