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A landscape ... The French artist Marcel DYF (1899 - 1985)

Impressionism.
A landscape ...
French artist Marcel Dyf



Often shows a picture of the artist, depicting women and flowers, they are charming .a I like landscapes Marcel Dyf.

Marseille Dif (fr. Marcel Dyf, pres. The name of Marcel Dreyfus) - French painter, was born in Paris, October 7, 1899 in a family of industrialists from Alsace. In his youth, he became interested in the visual arts, especially the "tight", he met with such directions as Impressionism and Post-Impressionism. They also identified further his individual style.

In the early 20-ies. Dif decides to become an artist. Financial security Difa certainly helped him in his creative development as well as how to get rid of his problems he banal search of livelihood, which often puts an end to the hopes of many beginners in the art.
In 1923 he moved to Arles (Provence), where to buy the studio and begins what is called a technique to turn out (perhaps even more fanatically) - he develops a new genre for his landscape.
Dif studied painting independently - ie was essentially self-taught artist. Over the next 13 years he lived in Arles, until his return to Paris in 1935

During World War II he joined the Resistance and lived in Correze.
After the war, Dif exhibited his work in major cities of France. In 1950 he bought the studio in Cannes, where he met his future wife, Claudine (who became his constant model). At the time of dating Claudine was 19 years old - 36 years less than Difu. They married in 1965, and Claudine, among other things, dedicated her life to endless travel, as Dif constantly in need of new sites for inspiration.

 

Memberships L'Ecole Francais contributed to the rapid glorification Difa as an artist outside of France, and increase the number of his exhibitions abroad. In general, a lot of Dif exhibited in prestigious galleries in France (Salon des Artistes Francais, Salon d'Automne, Salon des Tuilleries), as well as in the US and the UK.
"Crown" theme Difa: bouquets of flowers, landscapes of Provence and Brittany, scenes from the life of Roma and young girls (which he wrote with his wife Claudine voey).
Temporary grounds Marcel Difa should be ranked as the concept of "modern art". He lived and worked in the twentieth century., When the new dominant artistic direction "sacrificed" previous literally something a few years. Their creative ideas, he began to develop at a time when the directions on which he relied, seemed hopelessly "revenge." Moreover, moving Dif rather go back to the development of world art - ie from postimpessionizma to Impressionism.

His works can be found postimpessionisticheskih parallels with M. Utrillo and A. Lebaskom, while impressionistic layer Difa based on creative discoveries A. Sisley, who used the same way, for example, F. Picabia (initially) the same A . Lebask. But if Picabia only started from Impressionism (then changing creative vectors with fantastic speed), the Dif, rather it ended. And although his impressionistic Difa model can not be considered "classic", as it was still they upgraded it, in a sense, can be called a conservative artist. In any case, Marcel Dif found his creative niche and recognition, even if not as loud as those who experimented more or simply been "on the wave."

 

Squinting in the first rays ..... Artist Alexander Kryuchkov - Alex Hook Krioutchkov

View of the sea always makes a deep impression;
it - the embodiment of the infinite, which continually attracts thought
and wherein it is continuously lost. (Anna-Louise Germaine de Stael)

Mayorka ,, sunrise (clickable)

Those who begin a new day with a meeting with the sea, can not be angry or unhappy. And what is the sea - summer or winter - it does not matter. When you see how the sun wakes up as gently stretches the water, blinking in the first light, you realize that it does not matter on what sleep that you have and where you want to be in a hurry after you wake up. The main thing - to wait until morning to open your eyes and look to embrace the sea.
Elchin Safarli "If you knew"
 
 
 

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Cala de Deia

Cala Figuera

 

Cala Figuera. Mallorca

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cala de Deia

Cala Lombards

Cala San Vicence

Lodki at sunset

Zaliv

Ostrov

 


Alexander Kryuchkov (Alex Hook Krioutchkov) was born to a journalist in 1966. Art education in Russia and England.

Art School 1977-1981g Murmansk
Art School 1981-1985g g.Voroshilovgrad / Lugansk later
Stroganov Academy of Arts 1989-1993 gg.
Kingsway College. London 1993
City and Islington College. London 1995.

Since 1993 he has been living in London since 1997, is a member of the Federation of British Artists. Long-term study of art, permanent workshops drawing and painting experience illustrator, graphic designer enabled him to reveal himself and to work in a different manner, changing "technique" and means of expression.
Since 2000, Alexander lives and works in Spain (Mallorca). The artist has always attracted the culture of ancient civilizations, their multicolored paints and exotic ... Studies carried out in India, Nepal, Egypt became the basis of a series of "Oriental" paintings. Regularly exhibited at exhibitions in Spain, England and the United States.

Indiya. (Clickable)

Hram. (Clickable)

Klikabelno

Live - hurt. This can attest anyone who tried to be alive.

Poets Of The Fall
- 11 - Poets of the Fall - Where Do We Draw The Line


In autumn you need to walk slowly, greedily inhaling moisture and light, with grass to pick up later apples, nibble, wiping sleeve, long to sit on the veranda cafe or simply on the boulevards, throwing a wet rag bag bench, which went beyond the bread hour, day, eternity ago. Autumn need to buy more new things for the winter, and even in the spring, even though the fall fuss with clothes seem silly, every day in the autumn of the latter, or even "how" - that's why.

In the autumn ...
The world is becoming so piercingly beautiful, gulok, and full of a call that our appearance and even the fact of our presence here finally loses value for all, except, perhaps, ourselves, and the question remains open.

Yes, just the time of year so special. Bridge between summer and winter, which means that between life and death. From all these autumn rains, chrysanthemums and wet chestnuts, smells fresh, bitter-sweet, unconscious ringing in the ears, almost unbearable heartache, forced to grow, to expand, to accommodate all pre-winter splendor of the world.

It is clear that not all the same will grow. Not together. But we must try. Actually, not "necessary" even because it - self. At least for me fall so acting. On the eve of winter, every time I seemed to jump off the cliff. Long jump, funny and bitter, you never know who will open the eyes there, at the bottom of the spring.

This kind of loneliness familiar to many. When a person is surrounded by family and friends, but to talk about that sometimes sees the cloth being turned inside out, seamy like flies past a thick foreign elapsed time, as the reality of crack like broken glass and pouring from cracks invisible to the eye, but physically feel light - not with anyone. And all the rest has no meaning, no matter how carefully we pretended as if only it is.

Autumn presents to the person a generous gift - the science of dying, we all know about it, only a few people recognized themselves, which learns every autumn, while gold all the heavens poured out at our feet, and just touching the ground turns into a dry foliage.

Buy new clothes, simply for balance, keep on reminding myself that the future is not, at least theoretically possible to invent ridiculous guarantee to take hostages - white sweater specifically for January, scarlet scarf become worn in February, when we get tired of all the other warm, and the best shoes in the world emerald color, with thin soles can be put on only in April, not before, and how you have to be an idiot to not now survive until spring.

Winds, angels and men
Max Fry