Yu kugach biography

Belov Yu. Suzdal: Guide:- Yaroslavl: top. The workshop in Moscow was opened to me by an elderly man in a tracksuit. Around the walls are large and small canvases. The paintings are worth the paintings. Eyes scatter. What to talk about? I take out a photograph of A. Varganov from the portfolio, show Yuri Petrovich. He puts on glasses, carefully peers: - Who is this?

Really Varganov? He was a good man, ascetic. If not for his works, Suzdal would not have been so preserved. My wife’s sister, doctor of art history, restorer B. Bryusov, was well familiar with him. Through her and I got closer to this amazing Russian man. Yuri Petrovich with great pleasure recalled Suzdal, in which he was born, spent his childhood. The consciousness that he was born in Suzdal went here by a boy, came here, saw these places, a quiet river, which bizarrely winds around the city - this deep indescribable feeling for Yuri Petrovich never had an alternative, who to be.

He began to draw from the age of seven. He painted at home at school. He was so seriously carried away by painting that it came to curioses. The artist recalls how once, in the second or third grade, he was called to solve the problem. The first was Konstantin Feofanovich Morozov, a realist artist who, a fourteen-year-old boy, taught me to be seriously treated.

And what a blessing was to learn from such a talented and smart artist as Nikolai Petrovich Krymov, who was familiar with Repin, Korovin, and he himself was a whole Russian school! Krymov knew how to "put his eyes" as accurately as an experienced teacher-musician puts a voice. In the artistic institute named after V. Surikov, Yu. Kugach was engaged in the workshop of I. Grabar and S.

Gerasimov, graduated from graduate school. Many years have passed since then. Now Yu. Kugach is a recognized master. Books, art historians in magazines are devoted to his work. He represents his art at exhibitions in our country and abroad. In a red thread through the work of Yu. Kugach, the theme of Russian history, national culture, which largely determined his creative path and fate, passes.

The historical theme subsequently led a young painter to a detailed acquaintance with Russian life, Russian antiquity, Russian traditions, made an organic transition to the artistic display of modern life. In the first post -war years, Kugach created a cycle of works on the historical past of the country. One of the last works - a large canvas for the Fatherland - was exhibited in the Tretyakov Gallery at the exhibition dedicated to the Flight of the Battle of Kulikovo and at the VI Republican exhibition "Soviet Russia".

The picture is surprisingly simple in shape: people are going on to battle with the enemy. Accustomed to daily physical work, hands and weapons hold confidently. Strong, calm old men are calm, they are “an exertion of military art”, the impulses of the endless guys. On the sides of the escort: women and children. The gamut of human experiences, the simplest. This is not a picture for the anniversary.

The thing has been ripening for a long time Dmitry Donskoy, I wrote for the first time in the year, it was most experienced and to a certain extent summed up the feelings of my whole life. Almost an artist, when he writes different people, he writes himself, for you will not leave himself. Therefore, if he writes suffering, but he did not rebuild, his art will not worry the viewer one of the best works of Yu.

Kugach - “Andrey Rublev”. For about 20 years, the artist worked on the image of the great master of the Middle Ages, he literally suffered him. In recent years, the artist successfully has been working on a modern topic, it has been searching for beauty in ordinary, for example, the life of a collective farm village. The painting “Farewell” depicts the funeral of our simple compatriot, we do not even see his face.

Sons, fellow villagers, a widow stand at the coffin. She does not talk about frailty. This picture is the assertion of the continuity of life on Earth. The tragic has its own beauty. In moments of farewell to a loved one, we involuntarily evaluate his life. What did he do good? What was it? People do not lie in the face of death, on the contrary, farewell ennobles, forces it to be better