Goncharov Alexander: portraits, landscapes still lifes

The artist's soul is mysterious. One artist Goncharov Alexander wrote his biography, hobbies, put the gallery, but made everything inaccessible, so that it was possible to show his works in the article.

Another painter

Another artist decided not to report anything about himself. This Goncharov Alexander Anatolyevich believes that it is enough for the viewer to know that he was born on September 29, 1975 and lives in Portugal. Madeira. Funchal. He decided that everyone would tell him about his work. Perhaps he is right. Alexander Goncharov, whose biography is hidden for us, only stands at the easel and draws a portrait with enthusiasm. One brush is not enough for him. The second in the mouth, the third he holds together with the palette. That's what Alexander Goncharov looks like. The photo shows an open direct look at us with you. But in fact, how does he look at the world? Let's look at his work.

"Flamenco"

A vortex flame of passion and fire. The explosion of unbridled forces. The woman wants to hide them, covering her face. But the body sings and demands a crazy dance that reveals the innermost: love and jealousy, passion and agony, passion and attraction. Communication with the world is confirmed through secret desires. An unknown force breaks her with delight. She's all a riotous and exciting dance. I want her hands to open her face and pierce her eyes forever with a dagger. She knows her exorbitant power. She knows for whom she dances. No, not for everyone. Only for one. Let him, if he is brave, come out and stand with her side by side, and see who will lead anyone with him. Dance - call, dance - despair, dance - salvation from loneliness. There are many fire-worshipers, she needs one now. And tomorrow? Why think about tomorrow? We live today, here and now. Tomorrow she will come round and throw it away like a crumpled piece of paper. Tomorrow will be another. She will curl it and enchant it and, under the chime of the guitars, will give its elect a black rose - the emblem of sadness. She will not give love to anyone. Such a fatal woman-vamp was written by Alexander Goncharov.

"Dawn"

Ah, it's morning! Ah, this Youth in the face of eternity and the cosmos! Green eyes are wide open. They look at the world with enthusiasm and hope. He - as in the palm of your hand. She has enough grains to find her immortality and in a droplet of dew on the flower see all the colors of the universe. Youth admits everything, she trusts a lot. Confidence and purity are the main qualities of this portrait, which personifies a tender youth. She never encountered the dirt and the prose of life. A beautiful dreamer, let your way be long, but never get dirty, stay forever so innocent. Always look for the beautiful in everything that you see around, then the world will change. Then the whole zodiacal circle will be your protection, your best talisman.

A little about the artist's works

Alexander Goncharov - an artist who writes not only generalized portraits. He has landscapes filled with sun and sea. The golden light rests on the old fortresses, standing on the inaccessible mountains. They hang over the blue gentle sea, and it is impossible to understand what is brighter - the sky or water.

Two colors - gold and blue - rage over the old forts. The artist loves music. He has a portrait of a passionate violinist, a portrait of Beethoven. You will say that this is not from nature. Yes, of course not, but when the music sounds in the soul, the image is born, and Beethoven has long become a legend. That's how Goncharov Alexander works.

Another portrait

At this time, a child. To him seven monosyllabic comments. Enthusiastic, of course. The author will be surprised if you do not join them. How sweet and simple the child is! How naive are the blue eyes! Wreath of white daisies, blue cornflowers, large orange zinnia and unknown pink flowers so wonderfully framed by the ecstatic face of a fair-haired girl. So that he does not slip on her glorious face, the little one supports him with both hands.

The blue of the sky, the light green grass of the grass make her world fantastically beautiful. What drew her attention? Perhaps, the flight of a motley butterfly that circulates in a glade? Or the game of dragonflies, which then sit down, then they will again rise, sparkling in the sun with transparent wings? And maybe she sings a song bird? How good that the little girl does not pass by the beautiful little world that surrounds her. She will grow up, and she will open in its entirety a huge, complex and multi-faceted world of adults. It would be desirable, that in her heart for ever there were to live delight and ability to see beauty in big and small.