The artist Zbyslava Smirnova began to draw in childhood.
“Like many children, I constantly tried to communicate with the world in images, because in childhood everything seems to be bigger, brighter, more amazing ... And like many adults, I gradually forgot this childish feeling - admiration for the outside world.
Gradually, drawing in my life became less and less - it was replaced by new people, new hobbies, then college, then work - what kind of brushes are there? Pampering is solid. What a pity that I began to take seriously my love for the fine arts so late ... ”
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Zbyslava continued to draw from time to time, on notebook sheets with cheap pencils, children's watercolor in albums left over from her nephews. She was haunted by bright, vivid images and thoughts, born and dying, like hundreds of galaxies. She could not express them with music or writing. And so wanted to express! I wanted to share the beautiful, I wanted to make the world a better place.
“And only ten years ago I was finally able, even if at that time it was clumsy, childishly, to say through a drawing something that had long been torn to the surface. And this is an unforgettable feeling! As if all my life I have been mute, and here I started talking. ”
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Since then, Zbyslava has been wringing through the thorns of an academic drawing, drawing plaster heads, landscapes, jugs, balls, and more and more inclined to think that it is impossible to express that living, fragile, breathing, tearing onto canvas, paper, with the help of classical school Something bigger!
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Now the artist is fascinated by the Impressionists, avant-garde, symbolists, the so-called "blind drawing" - streams of light and sound, distorted forms and tastes that are hidden under the shell of gray concrete and straight lines of wires.
“All this is in each of us, and everyone communicates with the world, with the cosmos, as he can, as he wants. For me, canvas, paper and pigment have become such a messenger - no matter what and in what order. I dream to share with each person a piece of that light that burns inside of me. ”

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