Creativity of Anna Davydchenko - reviews Automatic translate
Why do the landscapes of this artist do not leave indifferent the earliest people? How does she manage to convey so many emotions with the help of simple, familiar images? That’s what fans of her work told us. Sit back!
- Where I am? Who am I? As if breaking out of the shackles of my body, through plexuses of rich tones and shades, I spun in a joyful whirlwind of generous brushstrokes. Under the gentle rustle of rustling grass, the calming sound of jolly rain on the iron roofs of the old city, the beckoning call of the surf, I plunge deeper into the kaleidoscope of paintings surrounding me.
Here a light wind lifted the heavy emeralds of mowed grass from the ground, charged the quiet expanse of the river, which was still calm and majestic in its leisureliness, disheveled hats on willows and, flying to the sea, playfully covered the sun with a gray veil. Only on the magnificent golden domes is it still reflected. Crosses seem to pierce the sky, trying to help the luminary get out of the veil of clouds. A white bell tower with reproach looks after the departed wind-bully.
But we are already far away. From the coast of Crimea came the smell of flowering gardens, the heat of stone stairs and the unforgettable and incomparable smell of cool limestone, splattered by the sea wave. And here are two cypress trees against a background of cloudy skies and joyless gray mountains interlocking in a fight.
No matter how beautiful and thoughtful the winter Crimea is, carry me, the wind, in the summer, in the madness of colors. Here he is a hero-Sevastopol! As a guard, a magnificent temple with a colonnade rises on the shore against the calm blue sea, which happens in early July. Parishioners are in no hurry to disperse, excited by the tranquility of nature. Everything breathes harmony, the unity of man, the Creator and nature. I want to stay there forever, but the piercing, icy wind driven by the artist’s brush throws me into the winter of St. Petersburg.
I admire the bends of the bridges, the frozen rivers under them, I sympathize with the rare passers-by who chill their hands in their pockets and try to get into the heat as soon as possible. Frosty haze hangs over the city, it is almost tangible. I feel how her weight falls on my shoulders…
But then the haze cleared, and in front of me was a completely different Petersburg - sunny, frosty, playing with the colors of the facades. The pipes of the combined heat and power plant are still smoking a cloudless sky. Is it really the same city? What a miracle a wizard’s brush does!
Before I could freeze in the city on the Neva, when the fragrance of spring spilled everywhere, my eyes drowned in the optimism of spring-summer colors and smells. It turned out that I was standing in front of still lifes with flowers and could not take my eyes off them. Roses captivate with their tenderness, and the heavy aroma of royal lilies pours right from the canvas. The May wind, playing with lilacs on the table, again carried me along the endless lanes of dreams and happiness that came to life on the artist’s optimistic canvases.
- The first time I saw the landscapes of Anna Davydchenko a couple of years ago, I felt real nostalgia. Nostalgia for the comfort and vastness of my native land, in which I was dissolved in childhood. Nostalgia for the smell of birch buds blooming in spring and the warmth of sunlight. In the deep puddles that we boys measured with bare feet and high snowdrifts undergoing strength tests.
After some time, I wanted to look at the pictures again. I was immensely surprised: I saw the same canvases in a new way. What I did not notice for the first time was revealed: some new layers of paints, a play of shadows, an updated sense of life.
In the work “On a Fishing trip” I saw not just sitting myself alone with thoughts and Nature, but I realized that I was the center of the universe. The harmony of the morning forest, quiet sleepy backwater and my thoughts… Oh, how much I promise myself now, what dreams attract me!
And here I am in thought, standing on a shaky bridge. Grandma should call for lunch soon. It will fly on the first day - after all, no one allowed me to go that far. But how to abandon the temptation to sail paper boats that he made all day! It smells a lot of blooming greens.
I close my eyes. Again, in childhood. In the summer we went to rest in the Crimea. In the paintings he is the one I remember: bright, smelling of the salty sea, warm smooth pebbles and freedom. Red poppies on the background of lush vegetation and the majestic sea, bringing water to the country of uncertainty, invitingly burn, remind of the first love and promise the fulfillment of a dream.
A solar tree, pines, a path, the mighty waters of the Dnieper - everything is "photographed" with precise brush strokes. Nothing superfluous, nothing fake. Everything is reliable. I want to look at and look at landscapes, to study every tiny detail, and at the same time to cover the whole corner of nature at once - to dissolve in it.
I am already far from twelve years old when I was a teenager reluctantly dragging my grandmother to a local temple. Looking at the church in Sevastopol, masterfully written by Anna Davydchenko, I recall my forced campaigns. Now I feel the awe and awe that comes from what is written on the canvas. These feelings come over the years and never leave.
The emotional, poetic image of nature, its beauty in any form and at any time is what distinguishes the artist’s paintings. The ability to touch the soul strings with an interesting composition and masterful performance attracts and makes you study the work again and again.
- The world around us is beautiful! Its forms are fascinating, and the colors delight. Its aromas are dizzy, and the sounds excite the imagination. The world around is an inexhaustible source of inspiration, immersion in which gives inner harmony and peace. Having known them once, you involuntarily changed your life forever. With each new dive to the depths of the source of inspiration, you reveal your natural talent and are no longer able to restrain yourself - you begin to create.
Creations… Big and small masterpieces become an integral part of your life. This is an internal dialogue between you, the world around you and people. Creating your canvases, you answer your own questions of being and try to convey their essence to others. Through paintings, you explain to people a simple truth - the world around us is beautiful, and anyone who knows how to look and see will be able to understand its beauty.
Still lifes, landscapes and portraits have become your revelation and creative weapon. Their meaning is both understandable and infinitely deep. Their mood helps to revive hardened emotions and feelings. I see them for the first time, but in the tablets of my memory they will remain forever.
Forever… Your paintings are really impressive. They are consonant with my attitude and barely audible music of the soul. I perceive them as sketches of my lived and future life. I hear their sounds, I can inhale their aroma and enjoy their colors. It is as if we are drinking from one source of inspiration, the waters of which will never run out and set us free in our work.
I adore Crimea, Montenegro, which I fell in love with at first sight, St. Petersburg, whose magic won me over, the soulfulness of the Golden Ring of Russia… - your canvases are a chronicle of my feelings and desires. They are hard to put into words, but they can be read in the light strokes of your paintings. And I like to look at them, again and again experiencing the emotions and feelings so necessary for me.
Thank! Your revelation sounds loud and reaches its goal. Creative weapons inspire and strengthen faith in the best. The best that our world is - a wonderful creation of nature and human hands.
- There is hardly a person whose sensitive soul is not affected by landscape painting. In it, excited by the novelty of impressions, a colorful kaleidoscope of feelings comes to life in the very first minutes of exploring the unprecedented canvases of Anna Davydchenko.
Weightless strokes of watercolors. Behind the light haze of translucent colors is a memorable image to the heart. And miraculously, on one truly masterpiece, pastel and dark shades are reconciled, like two opposite sides of the human soul.
All the wealth of imagination in sensual landscapes. The sea gazes at itself, each time different. Sometimes it is a peaceful, silky pale blue surface, reflecting coastal houses in a mirror mica, a rocky shore or trees obediently bowing to a powerful element. On other canvases, the sea plays fervently, uplifting with foamy scruffs of white-headed lamb, boldly opposing boulders breaking wayward waves near the shore. Fantastically sleeping sea, covered with a silk veil of the color of fawn rose presented by lilac twilight. But at night the sea is also vividly vibrant with colors: magical yellow reflections touch him like a musician with piano keys, a witch-moon rising in the sky.
The majesty of nature over man is emphasized by forest landscapes. In the unknown distance beckon the viewer’s heart and heart trails, winding between the girlish thin figures-tree trunks. I definitely want to be showered with happy rainbow petals of a sunny tree from head to toe, throw myself back on a mint-lemon ant under centuries-old pine trees.
Cozy backwaters remain desirable, where a soul thirsting for rest asks to stop after a tiring weekday. Here, on dilapidated wooden walkways, more than once in thought they sought reassurance and answers to seemingly unanswered questions.
To breathe inspirational air with full breasts, to try to find in your life the same indestructible harmony is called mountain scenery. Warmed by the gentle southern sun, their slopes and peaks change their outfits every now and then - from pink with overflowing organza to deep purple velor. Often their neighbors and interlocutors are marshmallow white-pink clouds.
Sensual painting, extremely rich in fantasy palette, it seems, the most unimaginable shades, organically living on one canvas. That is why it is so sunny, warm and comfortable for the soul, looking exclusively for the real, genuine.