Bezborodova YUliya
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Hello, my name is Julia Bezborodov. I was born in 11.07.1987 year
the wonderful city of Leningrad. Like all children I started my
the path of the artist in the style of "Doodle". My hobby of painting
added what I liked to spend hours looking paintings by different artists in
the museums in our city. For 5 years I no longer possible to tear off from the
paper, pencil or paints. First, my favorite theme drawing
there were different caricatures of the faces of the people around me. Then I
loved to portray animals such as dinosaurs and
dolphins jumping in the sea waves. My first mentors in
the works were grandparents. When it was free from home
the hassle time, the grandmother sat at the table and painted. It is very
beautifully painted landscapes and portraits of people, doing sketches of dresses, cards,
created illustrations for novels and stories. Grandma is not only beautiful
drew, but she knew how to sew, to knit, to cook and always did everything very
nice and festive. Grandpa that could do almost all your
hands and appreciate the beauty of the world. I remember the words of my grandfather and grandmother
about what we need to observe nature, to learn to see how she lives and what
breathing. It is important to not feel alone in difficult times
life, which I have not experienced. These words still ring in my
my life, and I often come to the rescue.Once I was asked what I feel when I'm painting? I don't
immediately able to answer this question. After all, if you ask what we feel
when we breathe, we also did not immediately able to answer. For me drawing is like
the breath of air that gives life. I take a sheet of paper, paint and my
the fantasy-like fountain that somewhere lurked, hiding in the depths of my soul.
With the appearance of paper, paints, pencils, fountain begins
let it out on paper, I feel like I'm transported out of reality into another
a world in which everything is possible and there are no barriers for me, my
thoughts, desires. With each picture of the real world becomes to me.
more clear and calm, not so cold and ruthless as
was before I sat down to the easel.