Mysterious soul of the artist. One artist Alexander Goncharov wrote his biography, hobbies, placed a gallery, but made everything inaccessible so that his work could be shown in the article.
Another painter
Another artist decided not to disclose anything about himself. This Goncharov Alexander Anatolyevich believes that the viewer is quite enough to know that he was born on September 29, 1975 and lives in Portugal. Madeira Funchal. He decided that his work would tell everyone about him. Perhaps he is right.
Alexander Goncharov, whose biography is hidden for us, only stands at the easel and enthusiastically draws a portrait. One brush is not enough for him. The second in the mouth, the third he holds with the palette. This is what Alexander Goncharov looks like. The photo shows an open direct look at us. But really, how does he look at the world? Take a look at his work.
"Flamenco"
The whirling flame of passion and fire. An explosion of unbridled forces. A woman wants to hide them by covering her face. But the body sings and requires a crazy dance that reveals all that is hidden: love and jealousy, passion and torment, passion and attraction.
Connection with the world is established through secret desires. An unknown force breaks it with delight. She's all - a riotous exciting dance. I want her hands to open her face and her gaze pierced forever with a dagger. She knows her exorbitant power. She knows who she is dancing for. No, not for everyone. Only for one. Suppose that if he is brave, he will come out and stand by her side and see who will lead whom. Dance is an appeal, dance is despair, dance is salvation from loneliness. There are many fire worshipers, she now needs one. And tomorrow? Why think about tomorrow? We live today, here and now. Tomorrow she will come to her senses and throw him away like a crumpled piece of paper. Tomorrow will be different. She will swirl and conceive him and, under the chime of guitars, will give her chosen one a black rose - the emblem of sadness. She will not give love to anyone. Such a
fatal female vamp was written by Alexander Goncharov.
"Dawn"
Ah, this morning! Ah, this Youth in the face of eternity and space! Green eyes are wide open. They look at the world with enthusiasm and hope.
He is in full view. She has enough grains of sand to find immortality in her and to see all the colors of the Universe in a drop of dew on a flower. Youth admits everything, she trusts a lot. Trust and cleanliness are the main qualities of this portrait, which embodies tender youth. She never faced the dirt and prose of life. Beautiful dreamer, let your path be long, but never get dirty, stay forever so innocent. Always look for beauty in everything that you see around, then the world will be transformed. Then the whole zodiac circle will be your protection, your best talisman.
A bit about the artist’s works
Alexander Goncharov is an artist who paints not only generalized portraits. He has landscapes filled with sun and sea. Golden light falls on the old fortresses, standing on the impregnable mountains. They hang over the gentle blue sea, and it is impossible to understand what is brighter - the sky or water.
Two colors - gold and blue - run amok over old forts. The artist loves music. He has a portrait of a violinist keen on playing, a portrait of Beethoven. You will say that this is not from nature. Yes, of course not, but when music sounds in the soul, an image is born, and Beethoven has long become a legend. That's how Alexander Goncharov works.
Another portrait
This time for children. There are seven monosyllabic comments on it. Enthusiastic of course. The author will be surprised if you do not join them. How sweet and simple the child is! How naive blue eyes are! A wreath of white daisies, blue cornflowers, large orange zinnias and unknown pink flowers so wonderfully frames the enthusiastic face of a blonde girl. So that he does not slip onto her glorious face, the baby supports him with both hands.
The blue of the sky, light green tender grass greens make her world fabulously beautiful. What caught her attention? Perhaps the flight of a motley butterfly that circles in a clearing? Or dragonfly games, which either sit down or rise again, sparkling transparent wings in the sun? Or maybe a little bird sang to her? It’s good that the baby does not pass by the beautiful little world that surrounds her. She will grow up, and she will discover in its entirety a huge, complex and multifaceted world of adults. I want her enthusiasm and ability to see beauty in large and small to live forever in her heart.