The logic of Borisov-Musatov’s way dictated his inevitable appeal to monumental art. His increasingly “decorative”, his musicality, his adherence to the plane – all this had to be realized sooner

The picture creates an image of great color sonority and decorative beauty. Young women are depicted in a green grove. The artist himself called the “Necklace” a “pagan picture.” Her

“The sad-lyrical mood of the scene of an unsuccessful explanation of love in Motive without words Borisov-Musatov wants to express not so much psychological, as picturesque and plastic means –

A green clearing, densely partitioned behind houses and trees. The path to the house. Behind the houses there is a dark green vegetation, in which dwellings are hidden. Bright sky.

On the wooden verandah of the wing, filled with soft sunlight, Elena Musatova, the artist’s sister, bent over the hoop against the background of green and golden foliage. There are

The artist lovingly and lovingly loved his sister Lena. Self-portrait with her, he decided to write in a secluded corner of the garden. Victor set up a small samovar table

A young marquis on the background of a majestic sunset recites poetry to two ladies. The measured melody of the poetic lines unites the elegiac-concentrated state of women with the

Unassuming, but such a spiritual landscape – the view from the balcony of his house in Tarusa. Blurred gave the autumn fog, whirling. fly to the veranda golden leaves. Behind

“The anguish torments me, the musical longing for the palette, perhaps, where will I find my beautiful women, whose women’s faces and hands will my life give to my dreams?”

According to art historians, the true motive that prompted Borisov-Musatov to go to Paris was his desire to get new artistic impressions. At the same time, while studying painting in

The painting was painted in oil on canvas in 1905 on the artist’s last year of life. Cloth refers to postimpressionism. Borisov-Musatov is famous for its landscapes, which are covered

Maki burned cleanly and alo. The eye was hot near, as if every flower box, sewn from tender red petals, gathered all the radiance of the afternoon. If you go

Against the backdrop of a park with heavy bundles of overgrown trees, the protruding end of a white building, a manor yard paved with slabs and lit by a soft

The dark gray grave of the road, the dark green grass of the right and left, the wall of trees in front, the white bench on the left. To the