Lusidus

As I have promised - my Autobiography - Magical me. Joke, it's like the saying goes - quite another story. But what art is not magic?

All children draw, but already as a child I knew that does not give up painting. Maybe it will not be my profession, but I'm just going to do it. Of course I drew at home, but better remember my drawing in kindergarten. Girls in our group   drawing  princesses and a quarter of the sun in a corner of sheet, the boys - machines and soldiers, and I - painted portraits (which looked like caricatures) of educators and pictures with ships similar  the Phoenician bas-reliefs.

Criticism then, and now I perceived with hostility, and after one time even decided never again to draw. But my oath was short-lived, a month later, I went back to the drawing.

At twelve years old I went to art school, itself insisted that I wanted to study there. In four years, art school  became my rest of the secondary school, where I had modest success, and and where I  received taunts from my classmates.

In secondary school I drew, but for the most part - in secret, at the end exercise books and in textbooks. I remember a physics textbook that I improved with scenes from the Kama Sutra. So I showed my attitude to the subject, and maybe - provoked the audience. Epatage and timidity often go together. It is a pity that after provocative actions is mortally ashamed. But I ran forward, of course - the Kama Sutra I drew in high school. Back to childhood.

Art school remembered me fits of laughter and a broken nose (I raced down the hall for girls). 
I did not like to paint still lifes, but I loved the composition. My work with the aliens I think is still hanging in our classroom on the third floor.
A little ashamed to remember, but I was interested in serious topics. I painted Jesus on the cross and killing a whale. (Aliens? Who can say that this is not a serious topic will deal with them!) My painting has been so naive in early childhood, but it was not an adult, angular like me in those years.

After graduating high school, I was sitting at home. Then, in the scope of my interests came Dali, I started to imitate him. But my imagination was not very good, that's when I invented a few intuitive techniques. Paintings smoke (piece of paper held over a candle flame), blind graphics (close your eyes and wave the brush in ink), frottage. 
I also copied photos from magazines on a journey that I took in the library. It was quite sad - to paint the place in which for sure never visited, but as I understood later - useful. My eyes so inadvertently tuned to the composition and mastering aerial perspective.

Finally, a few years later, I went to art college. At the behest of parents, I went to the class of design, is not quite what it is. I do not know whether it was a completely wrong decision, profile subjects became my torture. But in the first year we have acquainted a lot of intuitive techniques (in addition to the invented me) that I still use.

In college, I studied just "diligently" as in art school. More lay on the grass and drinking beer. Still, the latest course I had some success. Some of my works have even taken to the fund.

I was not diligent, not only because I was lazy, I was afraid that if I became a master in an academic manner, then my works will lose the naivety, they will be the same as everyone else. Now I realize that my fears were unfounded, but then I did not understand it, cherish my primitiveness.

Perhaps that is why a lot of people think I'm self-taught, and I do not mind to support this legend.
Eventually it is not so far from the truth.

(To be continued).

I read on one site an article in which said - People don’t buy art — they buy the artist.

I'm not sure that I want to be buy (it seems to me that in this case there is a risk not to rely on your taste, but depend on the tastes of others), but the idea to write a biography seemed to me interesting. In comments to the article, some users said that nothing wants to know the personality of the favorite artist's, they want he to remain a mystery.

I'm blogging for 10 years, describing almost every day in detail, but I do not think that because of that, I became less mysterious.

Besides if someone wants that personality of the artist remains a mystery, can simply no read what he writes. As in the case of viewing the works acquaintance with the biography - it is voluntary.

Of course, I want to tell you is not an ordinary biography, but creative biography.

Coming soon.

Finally I filled  commissions-list, and although I am not sure that it someone will react, I still happy. My mind is actively resisted, but I was able to break it. Social phobia is quite unpleasant disorder. As soon as it comes to communication or public relations, I  want to hide in the deepest hole. Sometimes it seems to be getting better, but not for long.  I do not believe the cure it. Only in American movies people with similar disabilities are succeed. But I believe that the attacks can weaken a bit, what I can be a bit more confident.

It was too early to say but perhaps in the near future I will start taking commisions here. Or rather - to offer such a possibility. I do not know honestly what happens. I am as always in the case of work in doubt, I think I'm not good for it. On the other hand it is necessary to try. Suddenly it's not so scary as I had imagined. Word - who have long wanted, but shy... So, again, I think to myself!
In short, if I still get a bank card ... will then describe all the details (sigh). Okay, okay, my English is not so miserable as before, somehow manage.

Now I'm trying to write in English, I feel,  it turns out with varying success, (it depends on the mood of Google online translator) but it does not stop me.

In general, my little thoughts can be read at this address - lusiusartist.tumblr.com