The translator of the Iliad of Homer into Russian, N. I. Gnedich, somehow compared his great contemporary Alexander Pushkin with Proteus, a mythological creature who was able to take on various guises while remaining himself.
Art critics must agree: every true artist is Proteus. He is forced to dress in different clothes, try on this or that era, while remaining a man of his time and his culture, not changing himself a bit. The power of talent simply will not allow him to change himself.
The world perception of the ancient Greeks in general was unique: they valued everything – high and low, and earthly, and heavenly. In the same way, the artist is able to even live the “rubbish”, cut trifles of everyday life, transform it with the power of creative talent and make shine with truly unearthly colors.
The image of winter artists never disdain. After all, the snow is not only white – in the morning mist it can appear blue, and even purple. It is necessary only to look closely and then you will discover the magic of nature.
Another version of the “Winter” Alphonse Mucha. The girl here is emphasized Slavic nationality, in national dress. And the general background itself is gray-brown, the bushes are covered with snow, the frost painted patterns in the form of snowflakes from the sides.